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He came through the Temple entrance, a thoughtful look on his sharp features. White hair gave him an air of age, but his skin was smooth and unlined. The blue gaze that swept the room – nearly empty this early in the day, in that quiet time between lunch and dinner – was deceptively lazy. Of course he’d seen the Temple from afar as soon as he’d begun sniffing out the ruins of civilization around the Spire, and heard about the bar in its basement soon after. It had just taken him a little while to approach, given how little he knew of this new world and how much he had to explore before he felt safe revealing himself. ‘Safe’ being, perhaps, not quite the right word since he’d lost his divinely granted spells, but so far he hadn’t run into anything that claws or good steel couldn’t deter, and he was no druid, happy living off the land in his animal shape forever.
No, he desired a hot meal, a stiff drink, and perhaps an appreciative audience, though he wasn’t entirely certain of the last. A way to earn some local currency, though, was definitely on the list, and a tavern was a good place to start. Everyone needed a little company sometimes, even – or maybe especially – in a land as blasted as this. And along with company, a little entertainment to lift the grey drudgery of existence from time to time. That he could provide, and so as he approached the bar and the woman behind it he offered a charming smile to ease his introduction.
”Hello, barkeep. What’s the price of a drink here, if I may ask? And what drinks do you have?”
He came through the Temple entrance, a thoughtful look on his sharp features. White hair gave him an air of age, but his skin was smooth and unlined. The blue gaze that swept the room – nearly empty this early in the day, in that quiet time between lunch and dinner – was deceptively lazy. Of course he’d seen the Temple from afar as soon as he’d begun sniffing out the ruins of civilization around the Spire, and heard about the bar in its basement soon after. It had just taken him a little while to approach, given how little he knew of this new world and how much he had to explore before he felt safe revealing himself. ‘Safe’ being, perhaps, not quite the right word since he’d lost his divinely granted spells, but so far he hadn’t run into anything that claws or good steel couldn’t deter, and he was no druid, happy living off the land in his animal shape forever.
No, he desired a hot meal, a stiff drink, and perhaps an appreciative audience, though he wasn’t entirely certain of the last. A way to earn some local currency, though, was definitely on the list, and a tavern was a good place to start. Everyone needed a little company sometimes, even – or maybe especially – in a land as blasted as this. And along with company, a little entertainment to lift the grey drudgery of existence from time to time. That he could provide, and so as he approached the bar and the woman behind it he offered a charming smile to ease his introduction.
”Hello, barkeep. What’s the price of a drink here, if I may ask? And what drinks do you have?”
