Around early afternoon, an unfamiliar man came by the black walls of the temple. He wasn't hard to spot, dressed in a pair of loose, brown pants and a very noticeable, yellow linen shirt. It was cut simply, with long, wide sleeves and the bottom hem ending under his stomach. A simple material backpack hing over his shoulder. He was barefoot, seemingly not bothered by the harsh terrain as he inspected the cracking stone. He put a hand to it, the touch gentle. He'd decided to go somewhere else for his walk this weekend, and it looked like he'd struck gold.
"Sweet."
- @mushrooms-called
[Why is it that they never seem to notice when SΗ«ppr Kunungh is right behind them? It must be the natural camouflage that comes with being covered in rot in the middle of the woods. Still, you'd think they'd notice the smell of rotten wood.]
[Kunungh placed his hand upon Ethan's shoulder.] "Why, thank you. It's such an old temple, though we do try our best to maintain it..."
[Kunungh eyed the discoloration on Ethan's skin, and noted the white lines that traveled across it.] "I take it you've come to join us?"
