Anden
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
Even still, every few nights he would himself walking to Vlam Vloed instead of exploring the world outside of the Grounds. Maybe it was the feeling of being included. Anden looked around the bar, with the sickness gone more and more people seemed to be coming. Or maybe he came for the booze that left him feeling empty.
One thing was for certain - he didn't come to the bar to almost get hit with a flying knife.
Anden blinked at the blade that raced along the floor. That was a familiar sight, bringing a half smile to the outlanders face. Before Caido, it wasn't uncommon for the adventurer's to have bar fights in his family's tavern. In was instinct that led Anden to stepping on the blade. Claiming ownership of the metal. He looked around for the owner of the blade, ready to tell them to leave. If they couldn't keep a grip of their blade - the bar certainly wasn't the place for them.
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
In an endless game of hide and seek