Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): Unlike many sidhe, Morthwyl does not have a slight build. Broad shouldered and broad chested, he is well muscled, and tall and he needs to be. A great hammer that requires two hands even for him hangs over his green cloaked back. Shining breast plate bears the embossed symbol of House Gwydion in proud display. Less reflective but sturdy chain leggings protect much the rest of him, but the flesh of his well muscled arms are on display. His hair is dark brown, lustrous, straight and long in either mein, but to fae eyes it stripes with thin streaks of gold. His eyes are a piercing dark green over a face that appears used to running a gambit of emotions from wide smiles to stern warning glares. Others of his kith maybe more graceful, but his stride is one of easy confidence.
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): The Gwydion enters the hold from the streets, rubbing at his left shoulder with his right hand as he does so.
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): Once inside, he takes the hammer off his back, favoring his right arm, and sets it within the weapon's locker. Not that this hold is the safest place, but rules are rules.
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): Finally he turns to the gauntlets, "A cup of coffee, please, very little sugar, very little cream. Oh, and are there any messages for me?"
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): The coffee comes first, and he's grateful. He takes a moment to let it waft to his nostrils
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): And then the first sip. Better.
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): And then the update is handed to him. Hardly a formal collection of information, it is rather notes from a House sister keeping him up to date while he's been patrolling around the 'wild lands' of Kansas City.
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): He sorts through them, "Mmmm Liams are up to something..." A flip "Oh, glad to see the hold around Jefferson City is doing well. " A smile, "A new house sister in Bergan? Lovely."
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): "Group of unidentified wilder trolls egged an Aesin holding during High Summer. Oddd... mixed feelings about that." Sip, flip the next page, "Banner Houses becoming bolder? I didn't even realize they'd been officially recognized. I am way behind."
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): He ponders, then considers and says aloud gently "To any sluagh about this morning, I apologize if my talking out loud is disturbing you. Let me know and I'll try to curb it. Bad habit of mine."
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): He goes back to reading, "Rumors of internal strife within House Balor? Good." A hmmph. Sip.
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): "Oh some of this is old news. Oh well, she's doing me a favor writing at all" He sorts on through, "What's this? The Fief of the Renaissance has some how cleared way for many asylum seekers under mortal noses? I Hope they're very careful with the right of ignorance, but otherwise? Good on them. Wonder how they got it done?"
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): He yawns, then looks at the coffee, the shot of caffeine is not getting it done.
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): "I guess a morning crash won't kill me. Rooms will be available likely at this hour."
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): Finishing his cup, he rises up looks to the gloves, "A Key to an available room please? "
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): The key given, he takes the notes and heads on upstairs to read the last of them.
Sir Morthwyl ap Gwydion (Sidhe Wilder): (gone)