Zavien
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.
It's hard to say what kind of leader Zavien will be with current situations, but he can at least nod to the sentiment, agreeing with the philosophy of standing by and for his people rather than using the position to his personal advantage. The dew is on the heather.
Having experienced plenty of skyship delays and issues with timing, Zavien smiles. "Happens to the best of us." The experiences always turn out interesting, meeting new people and forging new memories. There's rarely been a time where he's regretted the change in plans, however, he's sometimes regretted the aches and pains in the morning. "If you decide you want a bed instead of a barstool, there are a few places I could recommend, although Gabe is great company." He looks to the barkeep, raising his beer with a familiar grin, knowing the man would keep the beers coming until the sun rises, if that's what Iskra wants.
He turns back to the man, still not bothering to try puzzling through what the letters say, but he nods his head regardless, always approving of self-improvement. That doesn't mean he misses how his request impacts those plans, smiling at the transparency. "I hope helping us doesn't give you too much trouble. We're always happy to help in other areas, if that would make anything easier?" Especially if it's something he can do.
Shrugging his shoulders again, he offers a small chuckle rooted in muscle memory. "Can't say I'd be any help with magic, but I've completed a few quests and planned more than my share of dates." An ache blossoms, fierce enough to make him turn away to find comfort in his bottle, letting Iskra decide if he'll take him up on any of the offers.
And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.
and friends are best together.
