This bar was to small or maybe it was Antiva city with it's cramped streets and homes being far to narrow that made him think so. At least it meant he was left alone imposing as he was. Scarred and ruined he would have said had anyone said as such. Healing did not regrow horns nor erase what was. At least he still had his tongue. A small mercy in submitting as he had. How he was still submitting to a larger fist. In this case a dagger poised to be slipped in between his ribs, but this was nothing new. Once he had held the dagger.
Oh well, dingy and suspiciously stained as it was no one bothered him, and that's what he wanted. This little corner was his kingdom until he was pulled away. His to smoke and wile the hours away in. Although he left the drink alone. It was horrifically bad, but was the fast way to get drunk, and the locals knew it. The hope this afternoon was to walk away without having to patch up the remnants of a bar brawl.
Oh well, dingy and suspiciously stained as it was no one bothered him, and that's what he wanted. This little corner was his kingdom until he was pulled away. His to smoke and wile the hours away in. Although he left the drink alone. It was horrifically bad, but was the fast way to get drunk, and the locals knew it. The hope this afternoon was to walk away without having to patch up the remnants of a bar brawl.
04-04-2023, 05:47 PM
