02-28-2009, 01:14 PM
[html]
[/html]
Lysander had with him a bag of items, loot he had pulled from Halifax to fill his cabin in Phoenix Valley with. The bottles of alcohol, harder to find than one would think, clinked together as he walked. Hinges, beads, string, coins and anything that had taken his fancy rattled at the bottom of the sack. The noises of the junk he was hauling home put the mixed dog in a good mood, and Lysander was pleased with his day’s findings. The steel gray male with the white mask and underbelly was excited to get home and put into action his plan for concealing his belongings– which no one would want to steal anyway but Lysander liked to pretend it was all more valuable than it really was. |
[/html]