my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun was looking for something, or hopefully someone, to distract him for a while. So, while he didn't frequent bars all that often, after yet another day of just staring at his galleon and not taking it out on the water, he made his way over to the tavern in Torchline, the Hanged Man.
As he entered, he surveyed the inside. It was a nice place, and the patrons looked like the rough and tumble sort who could give him a good time. He headed towards the bar itself. It was crowded, so he had to push through a bit before he could finally get to it. However, the bartender was on the other end already and he settled in to wait patiently.
As he entered, he surveyed the inside. It was a nice place, and the patrons looked like the rough and tumble sort who could give him a good time. He headed towards the bar itself. It was crowded, so he had to push through a bit before he could finally get to it. However, the bartender was on the other end already and he settled in to wait patiently.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
