by Ser Doodah the Lewd » Sun Oct 21, 2012 2:03 pm
Kol simply laid wide-out on his back, his breathing still healthy, but paying no bother to if he even got knocked down.
But, knowing the people in this town long enough, he was quite used to it.
He simply picked himself up, and shook himself off, getting back on all fours. He picks up the corn-cob pipe, cleaning it with a small rag he always has in handy, re-filling it with tobacco, and casting it alight with a lit match. His nostrils flare mechanically as he sighs, lowering the book before looking at the two before him. His voice very soft-spoken, but having the deepness that most all guards, both normal and royal, have in one way or another.
"What's the occasion? I usually run into you two farther in-town."