Annuir

[Finley Ward]

OOC: description as of Samheen 27th, early TT.
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A building near the south gatehouse of Pax, squatting in the shadow of the great curve of the wall, and somehow a little more crooked than the ones surrounding it - as if it were leaning back against the wall for a well-earned rest. Some work had been done to extend it beyond the single storey and three rooms that ordinary houses had - in fact, it seemed as though connecting structures were going up between it and the house next door. These were clearly not finished yet - and one or two men clambered up in the structural beams placed first, nailing boards to the framework. Above the door of the first house, on the left, a newly painted sign read Annuir - though the building itself gave no indication of what this might mean.

On the porch of this building, keeping a close eye on the building work but not actually participating himself, a thin, blonde man sat, smoking a pipe idily. Closer inspection would reveal he sat not due to laziness, but due to necessity - for he was missing his right leg from just above the knee, the leg of his trousers tied short and pinned with a small, unimpressive brass pin. He fingered one of a pair of stout wooden crutches with a pale, long-fingered hand absently as he watched.