Thread:Nightblaze757/@comment-26592185-20190606000248/@comment-35266334-20190606032647

A thump sounds off through the square as Corvus arrives on scene, in his typical "landing face-first on the pavement." style. Apparantly practice is required to fly in mild wind.

After a moment he picks himself up off the floor and tries to look dignified by bruhsing off his suit and pants, then breathes a sigh to stare about the market, mumbling to himself about needing bread and eggs. His eyes lock on the small gathering of gods around some old dude for a moment, but his attention is pulled back to various stalls around the market not soon after.