Zeph
"Workin' th'docks. Tradin'." Your tone is deceptively mild, as though your work was as simple as all that and had nothing to do with seedy underbellies and vaguely illicit activity. "How 'bout you?" you ask in reply, also conversational and mild. "What kinda work brings a fella like you to our little haven?"
You snort at his assessment of local music, but don't do anything to disabuse him of his not really that off-base notion. "Stick around, you'll pick some up." There's always someone whistling (or shouting) a shanty somewhere- heck, even the Hanged Man is known to break out into song as the nights wear on.
His reaction to your proposal of the Halenani is surprising to say the least. You raise your brows quizzically, never having heard so visceral a reaction to the idea of fucking an Ascended. "C'mon- th'blood shit ain't for everyone, but it ain't that bad," you counter, eyeing him with amusement crinkling your eyes. "Educated fella like you oughta have an open mind. Y'know. For science."
You snort at his assessment of local music, but don't do anything to disabuse him of his not really that off-base notion. "Stick around, you'll pick some up." There's always someone whistling (or shouting) a shanty somewhere- heck, even the Hanged Man is known to break out into song as the nights wear on.
His reaction to your proposal of the Halenani is surprising to say the least. You raise your brows quizzically, never having heard so visceral a reaction to the idea of fucking an Ascended. "C'mon- th'blood shit ain't for everyone, but it ain't that bad," you counter, eyeing him with amusement crinkling your eyes. "Educated fella like you oughta have an open mind. Y'know. For science."
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
