The white sheep of the family
Loren hadn't had a great deal of success learning about Torchline to date. So he'd decided to go back to old tricks, which meant heading for the places people were most likely to talk: namely, The Hanged Man. He'd been there before, and they were bemused but used to his rather odd trades for alcohol.
This time, it was enough medicine for drinks for the night. Happily handing over the bag, he pounded back two shots that the bartender slid over to him wordlessly. He was still painfully skinny, but he didn't care that it immediately went to his head.
Taking a third drink, this one of beer rather than hard liquor, he retreated to a corner to watch and listen. Nursing his mug, he kept a wary eye on the clientele, who kept a wary eye back. Dressed as he was, in Torchline appropriate attire (shorts, shirt, sandals, knife at his hip) he was less noticeable than his first visit, especially because he'd lost a bit of the blank expression, having trading it in for a sad one.
Already, he could feel the buzz, and he took increasingly large sips of his drink as he let the atmosphere of the bar wash over him. It was nice, with low lighting and a soft breeze. In fact, he found himself relaxing a bit into a pleasant warmth, though it just caused his eyes to grow more haunted as his mask slipped.
Sunjata
This time, it was enough medicine for drinks for the night. Happily handing over the bag, he pounded back two shots that the bartender slid over to him wordlessly. He was still painfully skinny, but he didn't care that it immediately went to his head.
Taking a third drink, this one of beer rather than hard liquor, he retreated to a corner to watch and listen. Nursing his mug, he kept a wary eye on the clientele, who kept a wary eye back. Dressed as he was, in Torchline appropriate attire (shorts, shirt, sandals, knife at his hip) he was less noticeable than his first visit, especially because he'd lost a bit of the blank expression, having trading it in for a sad one.
Already, he could feel the buzz, and he took increasingly large sips of his drink as he let the atmosphere of the bar wash over him. It was nice, with low lighting and a soft breeze. In fact, he found himself relaxing a bit into a pleasant warmth, though it just caused his eyes to grow more haunted as his mask slipped.
Sunjata
Will blood tell
