whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Although Loren normally avoided both parties and alcohol when he could, there really wasn't much else to do at the moment. So, bundled up against a cold he didn't really feel, he made his way towards the Kraai. Astra had bleated a farewell, not interested in moving from her spot by the fire.It didn't take long for him to arrive. Entering the tavern, he stamped the snow off his boots and started pulling off the many layers he wore. Grinning and nodding in greeting at everyone inside, he glanced at Korbin. Hey there. Need me to translate?
Making his way towards Weaver, he leaned on the bar across from her. Looking around at the room, he smirked. "I see some drinking, but not nearly enough games." He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
what goes, let go
LOREN
