ANDEN
CHASING THE SUN
Nate.Anden wasn't sure if he had heard the name before. As big as Caido was, many of the names he'd heard time and time again. He had started to realized there were certain people he'd want to avoid if he wanted a peaceful existence here. He thought briefly of Wessex, and the countless times the Queen had poked inside his head. Anden hoped he'd never face her.
There was an awkward silence between the pair. Each eying the other over. Sitting closer to Nate, Anden could see the scars along his body. He knew it was pointless to ask where they came from - Caido wasn't a safe place. People fought, people died, and people were left scarred on the daily.
"Business? Isn't this," Anden loosely motioned around at the bar. "Your business? Why would you ever need to leave?" Anden believed that Nate was the owner of VlamVloed's, but he was still concerned about why he'd never seen him until now. Why would an owner just up and leave their bar? Was Nate haunted by the Longnight like the others?
Anden resigned from asking more questions. Choosing to watch Nate as he carved away at the block of wood. Before Caido, Anden would chop wood, but he never carved it. Wood represented fire, which represented life. It was something he could afford to turn into art. Still, he was curious. What was Nate working on? "Is everyone in the Grounds a secret artist?"
