Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
During LongNight the bar is (unsurprisingly) busier than usual, but it's manageable enough for Neron. He's got a few people helping out on shift tonight, and this is hardly his first time running a place like this, so he's in his element. Dressed in his customary black, he's wiping down the counter when Darkeye approaches, the Hailstorm glancing up to meet his eyes and offer him a friendly enough smile.
"What can I get you?" he drawls, straightening up and putting away the rag he's been cleaning with. "Assume you're not Ascended, since you came to the bar." Gesturing to the shelves behind him, there's a fair variety available all things considered. Whiskey, rum, vodka, gin, wine, beers, ciders... hopefully what Darkeye wants will be there.
"What can I get you?" he drawls, straightening up and putting away the rag he's been cleaning with. "Assume you're not Ascended, since you came to the bar." Gesturing to the shelves behind him, there's a fair variety available all things considered. Whiskey, rum, vodka, gin, wine, beers, ciders... hopefully what Darkeye wants will be there.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
