Seamus the Wanderer

Seamus the Wanderer

A young man looks over a near empty tavern as he sips on some wine that's well on it's way to becoming vinegar. With a wince, he puts down the cup, whispers to himself, "Well Seamus, remember to get the ale next time."

At first he looks lanky, raw boned with high cheekbones, a square jaw with a bit of scruff on the chin but, as he walks across the room it becomes evident that he has some strength and is not totally without grace.

He sits down with his back against the wall, bright blue eyes casually watching a few people drift in and out of the door.

As he sits there sipping wine he he starts to plan ahead, to be told you have a destiny is one thing but, it's what you actually do that counts. Words are worth nothing without actions to back them up.

He looks down at his cup, brushes his fingers through his course black hair, "Defiantly an ale next time."