Magnus of Creyden
- Griffin School Witcher, semi-retired.
- Scholarly and solitary.
- Missing two fingers on his right hand.
- Prefer to plot with mutuals, but also enjoy improv.
- 18+ Content for violence.
*The town was bustling. The start of spring had meant that life had erupted from its sheltered living through the winter, and people were reuniting after long, cold months. He stood out, not wishing to stay, but Lavender would not move until the crowds slowly cleared the way.*
@buttercusps I have to ensure I'm top of the class, after all. *He steps into her embrace swiftly, not wishing to chill himself too much in the frigid air.*
@buttercusps I've learned from the best. *He ducks his head under the water one final time, and then rises from the water.* Plenty of enjoyment to be had in such a short span of time.
@buttercusps If only time could halt its relentless march, we might never part. But nevertheless, let us celebrate our time together, rather than mourn our parting
@buttercusps I should hope so, I rather enjoy our time together. *He rests his hand on her knee.* It's rare I should wish Winter wouldn't end so quickly.
@buttercusps Truthfully, I prefer you in what you're clothed in now, but I suppose that's not attire for high society... I suppose I've a fondness for you in green or blue.
@buttercusps Oh my, imagine the gossip they'll have. The honour is mine, gossip aside. I'd be camped out in some ale-house killing rats if not for your kindness.
@buttercusps I shall be stared at most everywhere I go, so it is better to be stared at where there is gourmet dining to be had, as opposed to where horse dung might be thrown at my head.