My Cup of Tea

The last time - really the only time - he had really interacted with Vervain was when they were first brought to this place from Northaven. Everyone had been on edge, but the huntress has gone off with Remi and that small redhead to look for food, so his first impression of Ashe’s mother had been a good one. And hopefully, he had made a halfway decent impression of himself. He had never been good at judging how he presented his true self to others, as most interactions with people outside of the Guild had been with characters he created for aliases.       He sat in the rathskeller with his guitar in his lap and a partially finished drink in front of him at the counter. Kalt absently strummed at the strings with a gentle smile on his face. He had never gotten the opportunity to play so freely until he came to this world, and there was something so purely liberating about not having to constantly look over his shoulder.       Silver Wing flashed a small grin to the brunette in the room with him. ”Uh, Vai, I was wondering if you had a moment for a chat?” Kalt asked casually. He knew her full name simply from having heard it from shared company, but she had introduced herself to him initially as Vai, so that was how he opted to address her. ”You and I don’t really know each other, well, at all.” A light chuckle was added at the end of the sentence, as he was pretty damned positive Ashe hadn’t mentioned him. ”I’ve been spending time recently with Ashe, so I thought I should make a proper introduction. One preferably not followed by a savage bunny attack.” Kalt smirked at the memory. This world was bizarre. From savage bunnies to demonic pumpkins... What else did it have in store? Kalt I  am flesh and I am bone, i rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold i've got fire in my soul