A Floor is A Floor [Open]

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "Cobbler? Hm. Could use some new boots." Adam mumbled, mostly to himself, leaning down to fiddle with a bit of leather that was coming off the toe of his boot. They had clearly been expensive, made with a large (and impractical, really) heel and going up to his knees, buckles and trinkets strapped on with leather thongs all the way up. Shoes that were more for show than any kind of function. He had no idea what a Huskarl was, but it sounded not very him, so Adam shook his head. "No, not a leader. I just look out for me." He tried to point at himself with his thumb, but being rather intoxicated missed and narrowly avoided hitting himself in the eye. "I wanna be famous. Important. Don't care how. Used to be a highwayman and get known that way...or hell, as an important and cool hooker...just...want people to give a shit about my name." i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.