Zavien
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.
Settling comfortably into his seat, he finally turns to take in the other patrons of the bar just as the man next to him is speaking. His eyes find those of the stranger, taking in the muscular build and rugged appearance. The question alone is enough to hint that the man isn't a Breaker, even if Zavien would have known from the unfamiliar face. Still, it surprises him. Perhaps he's biased in his perception of the world, with Stormbreak always sitting at the center, but he'd assumed everyone knew about the Tower. The dew is on the heather.
He smiles politely, placing the mask back over his face as he lowers his bottle to the wood. "The rubble in the middle of the city used to be a Tower. We've been working on rebuilding it, but there have been a lot of delays with contractors, supplies, workers, and every other issue you can imagine." Not to add his recent 'altercation' with a certain leader to make it all the more tense. It's left him feeling the pressure of the task, urging him to raise Stormbreak back to its former glory, yet knowing he can't do it on his own.
Taking another sip of his beer to strengthen his resolve for the work to come - and push aside the reminder that Lena would never see it completed - Zavien nods his head. "If you know of anyone with supplies - or two extra hands - feel free to send them our way. They'll be amply compensated." It's as much an offer for the man as a request for word to spread beyond the city limits, to reach other regions in hopes of finding the last bit of help they needed to complete the monument. Every mouth and willing soul would be essential in expediting the rebuilding process - including a curious man in a bar.
And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.
and friends are best together.
