The nights have lost their minds
It's half surprise and half not to see the faces filter through the doors, though Wessex in particular makes him perk up, a nod and a cheeky thought sent towards the demi-god. The orca makes sense now. Hotaru though, catches him especially by surprise, Nate's brows rising, the corners of his mouth following slowly. Something tells him there's going to be some kind of teasing conversation in his future.
The restless motion of his hands stops as Sunjata starts talking, Nate looking around the assembled group more than he does the guild leader. There's nothing to say to the fact that their numbers had changed, that faces are missing, though Nate never had the chance to meet them as fellow guildmates. Business moves on though, and there's something that feels prudent to mention as it does. "So... Weaver's taking care of the Kraai, what about the VlamVloed?" His eyes drift to Wessex, the only person who he knows keeps to the Grounds for sure, but somehow running a bar doesn't quite seem to be her scene.
The restless motion of his hands stops as Sunjata starts talking, Nate looking around the assembled group more than he does the guild leader. There's nothing to say to the fact that their numbers had changed, that faces are missing, though Nate never had the chance to meet them as fellow guildmates. Business moves on though, and there's something that feels prudent to mention as it does. "So... Weaver's taking care of the Kraai, what about the VlamVloed?" His eyes drift to Wessex, the only person who he knows keeps to the Grounds for sure, but somehow running a bar doesn't quite seem to be her scene.
And the mornings are unkind
NATE
