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But when he snapped out of his vision this time, his hands were crimson red, as was the dagger in his hands, and at his feet lay his dead half-brother. So Dross fled from his family, and has been on the road ever since, doing what he knows best. Drinking and singing for money. Trying not to think about the visions too much. | But when he snapped out of his vision this time, his hands were crimson red, as was the dagger in his hands, and at his feet lay his dead half-brother. So Dross fled from his family, and has been on the road ever since, doing what he knows best. Drinking and singing for money. Trying not to think about the visions too much. | ||
| β | = Appearance | + | = Appearance = |
Dross is in his late twenties. Not very athletic, skinny, pasty skin. Pale red complexion, washed out from too much dragon-salt... But there is something about him. Something mischievous, and honest and unassuming in his brown eyes. Like, he'll be your best friend, and he knows all these good songs on the lyre, and he will play, and you will drink, and it will be the best time ever! | Dross is in his late twenties. Not very athletic, skinny, pasty skin. Pale red complexion, washed out from too much dragon-salt... But there is something about him. Something mischievous, and honest and unassuming in his brown eyes. Like, he'll be your best friend, and he knows all these good songs on the lyre, and he will play, and you will drink, and it will be the best time ever! | ||
