tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things
You show up late and it's still damn early, the sun having barely passed what civilized people would call the ass crack of dawn. It's a good thing for Raza that you're damned fond of her and the Hanged Man, because anything less than true brotherly affection would not have gotten you out of bed and into town at this ungodly hour.
You're scruffy, and there's tired lines around your eyes, but by the time you make it to the Hanged Man you are mostly awake. And you've got some loot justify your lateness, bearing a pot of coffee and some malasadas that you sweet-talked out of a local auntie. The bounty is dropped unceremoniously onto a not-broken table, and you waste no time stuffing a dried dough ball into your mouth. You don't work before you've eaten. It simply isn't done.
You're scruffy, and there's tired lines around your eyes, but by the time you make it to the Hanged Man you are mostly awake. And you've got some loot justify your lateness, bearing a pot of coffee and some malasadas that you sweet-talked out of a local auntie. The bounty is dropped unceremoniously onto a not-broken table, and you waste no time stuffing a dried dough ball into your mouth. You don't work before you've eaten. It simply isn't done.
ZEPHYR
