Iskra
BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
Iskra hadn't really meant to tour all the bars of Caido, but after having visited many, he thought it was finally time to visit the one in Stormbreak, now that he actually could. Although the idea of marching into the viper's nest, surrounded by some natives who still held some distaste for his kind, wasn't the most appealing thing. That's what the alcohol was for though. WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
Shifting the pack on his shoulder, Iskra stood with his dog Goose at the door, admiring the impressive antlers and the subtle glow they emitted. Even better than that though, was the fine wood of the door itself. He smoothed a hand over it, appreciating the grain and the embellishments carved and laid into it. This had once been a mighty tree, and a master craftsman had done it justice. Iskra gave a small smile, then pushed on the door. He and Goose stepped in.
He found a quiet table near the back and sat on a chair after ordering an ale. His pack thumped down on the empty chair next to him. Goose gave a large yawn and a low stretch before settling in for a nap under Iskra's chair. He drummed his fingers on the table for a moment, mulling over a thought, before grabbing his glass and taking a swig.
I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
