Redoubtable

Having just left dockside after venturing from London aboard the H.M.S. Redoubtable, I traversed several stone steps up to the ancient building, so as to make inquiry on how I might secure passage to The Lost City. It was there I came upon a small figure, standing roughly high as my chest and somewhat wider than a span of arms. "My good man," I spoke, "Have thee knowledge of the next boat to the City?" Without a word, he handed me a thin paper, upon which was writ the following screed: I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera... Fax mentis incendium gloria cultum, et cetera, et cetera... Memo bis punitor delicatum. I handed it back to him and left, saying over my shoulder, "Right glad to be shut of that, whatsoever it may meaneth. Good day to you sir!"




Wearing:

Hair: Moon Charcoal - Maitreya.
Eyes: evening sky - Lano Ling.
Skin: Tohil Harley - Fallen Gods.
Suit & hat: Magnate Burgundy - Mire.
Walking Stick: Scholar Rosewood - Mire.
Gloves: Black Regency - Lapointe & BastChild.
Shoes: Oslo black - Jeepers.
Shape: My own.