Stopping by...

[theaussie]

Sylva, a light footed Gypsy with bright red hair stumbles through the door. Taking a moment to take in his surroundings he just sits there and then and starts to work things out on the floor in the dust. His little pink tongue instinctively sits, sticking out of his mouth as he mutters to himself. …

“ Big Orc said to go this way … Turn left at the big oak tree … watch out for snakes in the long grass and then go …” Realisation comes over his features “ Around the big pond! Not past it … “ Sylva smacks himself on the forehead and stands up, looking around… “ Hello? “ …He pauses for response .. “ Hellllloooo!!! “

Nothing but the sound of the crickets chirping break the silence …

“ Mm M-y … Name is Sylva, that be who I am … And it seems I took a wrong turn, and got myself into a jam .. If there’s anyone out there, who’s listening to me … Help me please … “ He finishes his poem in all but a whisper .. “ and don’t eat up thee …”

D-TheAussie

[SForce]

~SForce steps out of his office and sees someone that he's never seen before walk up to the gate of the Demon Guardians. He peers at him for a second, and decides to greet himself.~

"Hey i am SForce, the leader of the Demon Guardians, who are you and where do u come from?" SForce says to the stranger

[theaussie]

"I be Sylva, yes I be.. And I'm kinda lost, as you can see ... Will you be so helpful and share me a drink? For on this empty belly .. It's hard to think. " Sylva smiles at the man peering at him through the gates.

What a sight to see poor Sylva is .. A Gypsy none the less in bright coloured clothes. With hair the reddest of the red and wild as can be. He has a mischievious look, yet innocent at the same token. The small blade strapped to his back the only weapon that he bares.