NATE
”Not just inns, but yea. I imagine there’ll be more, as more portals open up.” At least in the places where it makes sense. No ones going to a bar in the Climb, after all, and the Greatwoods would just throw them out. ”Its just good sense to keep ears and eyes open all over, right?”
Nate’s eyes snap up to Anden’s face, some snarl of stupid, impotent jealousy snagging on his lips before he can stop it. ”Sunjata.” He corrects quickly, not wanting his nickname in anyone else’s mouth. Already, a smile is on his face again, the knee jerk reaction forgotten. ”He’s not. No point in trying to keep up with someone who can’t get drunk, eh?” With a wink, Nate tips the rest of his glass into his mouth and leaves it empty, for the moment.
The mention of excitement has Nate’s gaze roaming around the VlamVloed, at the quiet, private patrons. ”The Kraai tends to be louder, so long as you don’t mind the cold. And the Slagveld is more a boxing ring than it is a bar, so the clientele are a little different.” With a quiet chuckle, Nate turns back to his lantern and reveals a few more little details, talking without looking up. ”You should visit, if you’re interested.”
Focus moved back to his lantern, back to the reason he’d been so glum initially, and a shadow of that heavy mood comes back. Nate’s hands move thoughtfully over the carved wood. ”Clemente. He was... like a little brother to me.” A humourless sound huffs from Nate’s nose, his head shaking gently. ”He didn’t make it through Longnight.” Andens apology is met with a quiet nod, blue eyes focusing on the mans hand as it reaches out to stroke along the carved wood. ”You know... I got some time, I could... teach you how to do this yourself. Maybe you’ll actually be an artist.”
Nate’s glad, more than he really realizes, for the subject change, for the cheekiness in Andens voice. ”What makes you think I’m in this dump alone?” He leans back, brows tugging at the scar across his face as they lift. ”You’ll see him around here, if you haven’t already. Hard to miss a man who’s taller than sin.”
Nate’s eyes snap up to Anden’s face, some snarl of stupid, impotent jealousy snagging on his lips before he can stop it. ”Sunjata.” He corrects quickly, not wanting his nickname in anyone else’s mouth. Already, a smile is on his face again, the knee jerk reaction forgotten. ”He’s not. No point in trying to keep up with someone who can’t get drunk, eh?” With a wink, Nate tips the rest of his glass into his mouth and leaves it empty, for the moment.
The mention of excitement has Nate’s gaze roaming around the VlamVloed, at the quiet, private patrons. ”The Kraai tends to be louder, so long as you don’t mind the cold. And the Slagveld is more a boxing ring than it is a bar, so the clientele are a little different.” With a quiet chuckle, Nate turns back to his lantern and reveals a few more little details, talking without looking up. ”You should visit, if you’re interested.”
Focus moved back to his lantern, back to the reason he’d been so glum initially, and a shadow of that heavy mood comes back. Nate’s hands move thoughtfully over the carved wood. ”Clemente. He was... like a little brother to me.” A humourless sound huffs from Nate’s nose, his head shaking gently. ”He didn’t make it through Longnight.” Andens apology is met with a quiet nod, blue eyes focusing on the mans hand as it reaches out to stroke along the carved wood. ”You know... I got some time, I could... teach you how to do this yourself. Maybe you’ll actually be an artist.”
Nate’s glad, more than he really realizes, for the subject change, for the cheekiness in Andens voice. ”What makes you think I’m in this dump alone?” He leans back, brows tugging at the scar across his face as they lift. ”You’ll see him around here, if you haven’t already. Hard to miss a man who’s taller than sin.”
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me
To wage this war against your faith in me
