and yes i've been changing. for me, not for you
A brief trip to Torchline to drop off a dagger in exchange for some clothes. It was a simple trip- nothing too major or important, but with the sun setting he chose to hang around a tad. The clothes were secure in a satchel strung over his shoulder, kept close to his body. It took a bit to truly settle on what he was interested in doing on this trip before his eyes settled on the Hanged Man.
Faint memories of the place played back and he chose to finally venture inside, to take some time to enjoy things and try to have some fun.
Moving inside, his eyes scanned the place searching for a place to sit. Everywhere seemed to have people who already had company or didn’t seem the sort to be willing to have him join. No worries, for he would soon see an open stool. The girl near it didn’t seem to be with anyone, so might as well venture over there.
Walking over, Oliver took a seat and secured the bag at his feet, pushing his foot through the strap to ensure it wouldn’t be taken away. He then placed an order for a whiskey- eager to have something to sip on.
Faint memories of the place played back and he chose to finally venture inside, to take some time to enjoy things and try to have some fun.
Moving inside, his eyes scanned the place searching for a place to sit. Everywhere seemed to have people who already had company or didn’t seem the sort to be willing to have him join. No worries, for he would soon see an open stool. The girl near it didn’t seem to be with anyone, so might as well venture over there.
Walking over, Oliver took a seat and secured the bag at his feet, pushing his foot through the strap to ensure it wouldn’t be taken away. He then placed an order for a whiskey- eager to have something to sip on.
smile for the camera, it's just a shot in the dark
