You’re Never Fully Dressed…
(read Part I)
an EXIERN short story
This tale takes place in Redbird.
By Scott T. Hicken
Looking over to the door Emse saw that it was Cantos who had entered.
His hair was dark and ran down to his shoulders. His mustache was a similar color, although speckled with just a few bits of grey. It was bushy under his thick nose and thinned as it followed the lines of his mouth to either side of his crooked chin. Cantos’ skin was tanned from his long travels and thick from his many fights and scuffles – typical for any rogue adventurer. He had on his usual breastplate, along with the worn tan shirt that pushed out from under it and down to his elbows and over the top of his brown leggings. He adjusted the belt that cinched the shirt to the leggings that, despite the holes, ran down his legs into his boots. Cantos’ leather gauntlets caught the bottom of his metal chest and he readjusted them as he approached the shopkeeper.
“Morning, Emse,” he smiled. Cantos’ perfect white teeth shone through his lips, and the upward pull of his cheeks crinkled the scar that ran down from above his left eye to his cheekbone.
“Good to see you Cantos, what can I do for you today?” Emse asked, wiping off her hands and giving her customer her full attention.
“Well, do you remember that troop of maidens that passed through last month?” Cantos replied. He wasn’t paying attention to Emse. His eyes had wandered over to a few of the clothier’s frillier women’s outfits. She had no doubt that Cantos was picturing certain individuals cinched into the scant things. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…