[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=39b54a]William Fraser[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://bookesther.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/john-thornton-smile-gif.gif?w=500[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=39b54a][b]Location:[/b][/color] [b]Port Annan[/b]
[color=39b54a][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]N/A[/i] [/center][hr]
William whistled as he rode. The [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttHwuyJsZAI]tune[/url] was one he couldn't recall the name of, or indeed how he knew it at all, and he was only half paying attention to it. The other half of his attention was focussed on recalling the events of the night before. He’d ridden into Dumfries just before sunset, and it had only been a matter of hours before he was enjoying the company of a particularly friendly young woman with hair like fire called... 

The whistling paused for an instant as William frowned, the girl’s name evading him for a moment before he smiled, whistling resuming. Rachel was her name, he remembered that now. Even the fact that he had had to slip out of her bed in the early hours of morning to avoid the wrath of an irate father keen to avenge the besmirching of his daughter’s ‘honour’ couldn’t dampen William’s high spirits. The road was peaceful, the sun making a rare appearance overhead, and the air was fresh. Just a few years past, the journey would have been far more fraught with danger, but wards and other protections and incantations were scattered all across the countryside, and the Soulless had become little more than an idle concern. Besides, if some half-starved Ryne decided to emerge from its lair, it wouldn’t find William easy prey, with the dirk at his hip, and the kopis strapped across his back. 

The sudden increase in other traffic on the road pulled William out of his reminiscing, and he saw that he was approaching a town, or even a city, perched on the coastline. He shrugged slightly, nudging Azrael forwards. As he moved further into the city, the streets only got busier, but few cast a second glance at the newcomer or the handsome, black gelding that he rode. It was clear there was something else far more pressing for the local populace, and William resolved himself in finding out. That, of course, meant his destination could only be the local tavern. A light smile danced across William’s face as he continued through the dirty, crowded streets. The energy that buzzed in the air, and the potential for some excitement, were things that William hadn’t encountered for months, and he intended to enjoy it for as long as possible. 

A quick query to a passing tradesman pointed him in the right direction, but failed to shed much light on the news that had set the city abuzz, only fractures of rumours, of ships sailing into harbour from the south. Nonetheless, William pushed on, and shortly arrived outside the unmistakable noise and shape of a local inn, its clientele already overflowing out onto the street. Dismounting Azrael with practice ease, William handed the horses reins over to the enthusiastic groom that hurried to greet him, along with a smile, and a handful of coins for his service. With a confident walk, William pushed open the tavern doors and walked inside. Glancing around, he saw that several others had also had the same idea of making their way to the tavern, in fact it seemed half the city were there, and a pair just ahead of him seized the last table. Not one to be so easily dissuaded, William strolled to the bar, smiling at the old man behind it. 

“[color=39b54a][b]”Good day to you, sir. Are you always this busy, or is there some special occasion?” [/b][/color]