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Jun. 25th, 2015 04:39 pm{from here}
Sinric's room is simple and sparse. He hasn't had it long and had yet to make his mark on it in any way.
The cloak slips as he pushes open the door. Beneath he wears thin linen trousers and a sleeveless tunic. Neither hide the fact he has been recently beaten and used roughly. He tries to catch the cloak as it falls, gasping as he wrenches a wound.
Sinric's room is simple and sparse. He hasn't had it long and had yet to make his mark on it in any way.
The cloak slips as he pushes open the door. Beneath he wears thin linen trousers and a sleeveless tunic. Neither hide the fact he has been recently beaten and used roughly. He tries to catch the cloak as it falls, gasping as he wrenches a wound.
