“I can teleport,” she informs him nonchalantly, whilst turning her attention to the bar and its immediate area, moving chairs around and dipping behind, to see if she’d ‘dropped’ it during a previous cleaning or tending session.
A flap of wings instead of footsteps catches her attention and she turns her head in time to see a raven fly up to the rafters. After a moment of consideration, Wessex decides to keep quiet about her singular run-in with another raven (or was it?) earlier this season. She’s crouched down when he calls out, sifting through the dirty dishes in the bin behind the bar, so she pops up and reaches out for the item. “Yep,” she declares after a moment, taping a scratch in the wood as if she remembers it, and then turns to clean and dry the blade off.
“So. Bar owner now. Are you going to keep it the same?” Running a less-dirty-than-the others rag around the metal, Wessex pops down to slip it into her inner boot holder before coming back up to re-focus her attention on Korbin.
A flap of wings instead of footsteps catches her attention and she turns her head in time to see a raven fly up to the rafters. After a moment of consideration, Wessex decides to keep quiet about her singular run-in with another raven (or was it?) earlier this season. She’s crouched down when he calls out, sifting through the dirty dishes in the bin behind the bar, so she pops up and reaches out for the item. “Yep,” she declares after a moment, taping a scratch in the wood as if she remembers it, and then turns to clean and dry the blade off.
“So. Bar owner now. Are you going to keep it the same?” Running a less-dirty-than-the others rag around the metal, Wessex pops down to slip it into her inner boot holder before coming back up to re-focus her attention on Korbin.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
