Zeph
"Business, huh? Cheers t'that." Mik's brought fresh drinks, and this time you take a more modest sip before setting the glass on the table. Idly you run a finger over the rim, eliciting a low tone from the vibrating glass that can barely be heard over the chatter in the bar. Your whole demeanor is languid, unperturbed, as comfortable and nonchalant as a lion at home in his pride - and beneath it, just as keen.
You raise an eyebrow at his description of Torchline life, scoffing. "Hymns ain't really th'type'a song we get in these parts." Less love of deities, more lust for debaucheries. "If yer really lookin' for a break you oughta stop by the Halenani. I hear they got an Ascended girl who can change her face."
You raise an eyebrow at his description of Torchline life, scoffing. "Hymns ain't really th'type'a song we get in these parts." Less love of deities, more lust for debaucheries. "If yer really lookin' for a break you oughta stop by the Halenani. I hear they got an Ascended girl who can change her face."
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
