[Liethell]

This is a private roleplay between Othanis and I, based somewhat off the Pathfinders series. It is rated M mostly for language, though there may be other mature themes later.

The sunlight avoids the villagers today, dodging between grey clouds pregnant with rain that just won't fall. Harbrough is a large city, complete with creatures of all races and sizes meandering the streets. Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Halflings, mixed races, even the occasional half Giant. It's no peculiarity that a Tiefling would be wandering among them, but yet, Maru still draws stares and baffled gazes.
Maru is only a few inches below four feet, though his tall and twisted horns provide a little bit of extra height he would not have had otherwise. He wanders the streets wearing an older, tattered wizard's robes and with at least five different books tucked under one arm. His skin is a shade of pale red, covered in scales, he has no visible nose aside from two nasal slits, and his eyes are similarly slitted, yellow, and cold. Today, though, they're filled with a fiery passion, an anger unmatched by anyone else in the city. It's the angry swish of his tail, the curses muttered under every breath, and his raw, unfiltered irritation that causes others to stare as he makes his way to a common tavern, nicknamed the Silver Sliver.
Maru ignores the bartender and all his customers and storms straight upstairs, to the room he and his travelers have collectively borrowed. They've been here for some time, rumor says they're waiting for something, or maybe someone is hurt. It's no rumor that the lizard-like creature can create potions and spells, and he's been selling them since they came into town. However much it irks him to pull himself away from the library and set up for an appointment with someone, he must do it. He sets the books down and out of sight, and he unrolls a mat. He's not sure what this new customer wants, potions or spells or just information, but if he gets money out of it, he will do it. With his mat set up, he waits only half-patiently for a knock on his door...