LOCKE
Locke shrugs as he takes a drink of his drink. As long as he knows where his intentions lie, or something. Locke's still not entirely sure what's up with this guy but he follows him over to his table so that's a start. They shake hands and Locke kicks out a chair for Eryx to sit in, if he wants. "Yeah I'm pretty new, honestly. Don't even got a dragon yet. But I'm leaving soon so it doesn't matter."
He says it all very casually as he takes another drink. It's fine. "So where are you from? Greatwood maybe? Outlander?" He didn't look like a Torcher and he didn't quite read as being a Stormbreaker but who knows. Locke doesn't. He's just trying to be nice. Which is, admittedly, kind of rare for him. He takes another drink, enjoying the little buzz he's starting to get.
He says it all very casually as he takes another drink. It's fine. "So where are you from? Greatwood maybe? Outlander?" He didn't look like a Torcher and he didn't quite read as being a Stormbreaker but who knows. Locke doesn't. He's just trying to be nice. Which is, admittedly, kind of rare for him. He takes another drink, enjoying the little buzz he's starting to get.
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
