Pierce
Well, the carnival had been a success – and with a job well done, Pierce has done nothing more but enjoy all the time he’s got to himself now. Without much else to do but simply observe, he realizes that venturing out of Stormbreak was likely a good choice, but fuck it was comfortable here. Why not stay for a little while longer, indulge in the sights and the views, the liquor and the food, before he has to go remind everyone exactly what he could do.
Seems like at the carnival, there were a couple of attendee’s that had thought that Pierce was everything but patient. He supposes it makes sense (and admittedly relishes in the fear his very presence brings), but he also finds it exhausting. So much so that he’s content to linger here in the bustling White Hart, sat in the back booth in the shade of the flickering oil lamps, slouched, with a large mug of beer (his eighth) cradled in his hand as his legs sit propped on the table.
Curious, but appearing as though he’s bored, he watches yet another man ask the pretty brunette at the bar to buy her another drink or see if she’ll dance with him. Another denial has him mentally marking it with a quiet snort to himself, downing a portion of the beer.
Seems like at the carnival, there were a couple of attendee’s that had thought that Pierce was everything but patient. He supposes it makes sense (and admittedly relishes in the fear his very presence brings), but he also finds it exhausting. So much so that he’s content to linger here in the bustling White Hart, sat in the back booth in the shade of the flickering oil lamps, slouched, with a large mug of beer (his eighth) cradled in his hand as his legs sit propped on the table.
Curious, but appearing as though he’s bored, he watches yet another man ask the pretty brunette at the bar to buy her another drink or see if she’ll dance with him. Another denial has him mentally marking it with a quiet snort to himself, downing a portion of the beer.
