Lyimlyn is middle-aged, shorter than average, and has an awkward and gawky looking appearance. He has short, flaxen hair that's pulled back into a multitude of braids, and he has blue-grey eyes and a coppery complexion. A deep frown lines Lyimlyn's face as he glances to and fro. Lyimlyn is dressed in a dark red coat trimmed with bright gold piping, which also has three broad gold stripes across the left arm. His pants are a matching red with the cuffs tucked into knee-high dark leather boots.
Random Room Messaging
As a military formation exits the gate to head out on patrol, Lyimlyn's eyes narrow angrily. He stands a little taller and puffs out his chest, but the troupe's commander fails to even favor him with a passing glance. A uniformed messenger rushes ahead and nearly knocks down a few others in his haste to get through the gate. Lyimlyn notices and harshly commands, "Slow down, you idiot!" Lyimlyn adjusts his equipment and frowns at nothing in particular. Lyimlyn checks the edge on his weapon. Lyimlyn gives you a speculative glance. Lyimlyn glances about at his surroundings. Lyimlyn yawns.
Interaction messaging from a the view of Vaalor Elf and citizen of Ta'Vaalor.
You bow to Lyimlyn. He stares at you, frowning, before nodding in return.
You curtsy to Lyimlyn. He stares at you, frowning, before nodding in return.
You nod to Lyimlyn in greeting, who quickly responds, "What?"
You salute Lyimlyn, who merely glances at you in return.
You smile at Lyimlyn. He grits his teeth slightly in response.
You wave to Lyimlyn. He frowns and offers a nod in return.