the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
It shouldn't be surprising that the Silk Houses is the first place to resume bustling activity. While wreckage and desolate streets still remain elsewhere, life slowly returning to the city, the darkest places remain teeming. He doesn't mind the seedy alleys too much, having snuck out plenty a night to find a bit of fun and challenge along the low-lit roads when the bright ones had been too well watched to get away with anything. It's a stark reminder though, that for all of Stormbreak's order and proud, gilded surfaces, there's still some hint of mold and rot beneath. Things that had set in and grown before the Family had stepped foot here.
Makes a mean beef stew though. The beef could be questionable sometimes, but as long as you don't think about it too hard, it's fine.
He snags a smaller table in a back corner for them. It's the sort of alcove that seems to get less attention if the sticky floor is anything to go by, the sort favored by a couple trying to erase the world between each other's lips. It's perfect for the disturbances they're sure to cause though, because he has a feeling yelling out guesses won't go over as well as a light stabbing would here.
Makes a mean beef stew though. The beef could be questionable sometimes, but as long as you don't think about it too hard, it's fine.
He snags a smaller table in a back corner for them. It's the sort of alcove that seems to get less attention if the sticky floor is anything to go by, the sort favored by a couple trying to erase the world between each other's lips. It's perfect for the disturbances they're sure to cause though, because he has a feeling yelling out guesses won't go over as well as a light stabbing would here.
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
