Seraphina
the artificer
it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
The White Hart has always been a regular haunt for the Artificer, so it’s with no surprise that she finds herself here – after the whole ordeal with the Temple and ensuring that Gideon was okay, she certainly finds herself needing a drink and some good bar food (aka the greasy, filling kind). The only problem is that her usual seat is taken and the bar is relatively crowded by the time she gets her drink to glance around the establishment.
She passes by Maeve’s table once already, seeing that it’s the only one in the establishment that has room for another person. Another tidbit? She might have spotted some building plans and if there’s one thing Seraphina is very good at, it’s building things. So she returns, slipping into the seat opposite of Maeve without giving her much of a chance to object. “Is this seat taken?” She asks as she very obviously takes it and flashes a bright pale grin toward the other woman. “It’s a bit crowded today, hope you don’t mind.”
She passes by Maeve’s table once already, seeing that it’s the only one in the establishment that has room for another person. Another tidbit? She might have spotted some building plans and if there’s one thing Seraphina is very good at, it’s building things. So she returns, slipping into the seat opposite of Maeve without giving her much of a chance to object. “Is this seat taken?” She asks as she very obviously takes it and flashes a bright pale grin toward the other woman. “It’s a bit crowded today, hope you don’t mind.”
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
