Grand adventure with a Kelvic

[Marcus Chase]

(All races welcome)
Marcus sat in a grassy area outside a fence of Windmount stable. He was drawing out the start of his stay in Syliras. He saw brave knights on their warhorses, a crow kelvic fly above him then transform right near him in a shaded area of the stables, shop keeps trading and selling, patches of mud from where the stable keeps had washed the horses earilier that morning. He was growing bored and his drawing was cramping while drawing all this common stuff. He yawned and as the late morning sun came to disrupt his shade he groaned. 'When will something interesting going to happen?!' He thought to himself almost whispering it to himself. He packed up his sketch pad and pencil and sat there patiently for something to happen.