Beside him, his bag stood an inch taller than he was and half empty, its ancient, cracked leather sporting tarnished brass buckles. Green could have sworn that brass didn't tarnish, but there he had it. Teeth chattering almost angrily, he pulled his robe closer around him, cursing the early autumn wind and looking for signage.
He was probably lying, he thought to himself bitterly, "'Just run into the pillars until you find it,' indeed," he growled to himself, gripping the strap on his luggage hard, feeling every bump through the ancient wheels.
Suddenly, SNAP. Draaaag.
Turning around horrified, Green's eyes widened to see one of the bag's rickety copper legs had snapped from its base, and lay spinning on the floor beside it. "Oh, come on! Are you serious?" He demanded, walking over to look at the bag's base, run fingers over the cracked metal. He hissed, jerking his hand back; the metal was sharp, and surprisingly hot. Kneeling on the cold concrete, he reached for the wheel with a trembling hand, muttering to himself and pulling his robes closer as he tried to jam the halves together again somehow, looking around himself wildly for some kind of reasonable adhesive.
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"Touch me, Midas; make me part of your design."
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Strength: 1; Agility: 12; Control: 10; Stamina: 7