07-07-2014, 10:58 PM
Cormac clasped a flyer in his hand as he wandered down the street in search of the address listed. His clothes were worn with travel and his shoes were held together by strips of leather. His shaggy, brown hair was tied back into a sloppy ponytail. A heavy bag was strapped to his back and a belt of pouched hugged his waist. "It should be around here somewhere." He muttered while he scratched his head.