Ailwin pushed open the heavy wooden door of the gambling den, the familiar creak of its hinges a welcome sound after the long and arduous day he’d had. The smoky atmosphere, the low murmur of conversation, and the clinking of glasses created a comforting ambiance that felt like home. He scanned the room briefly, noting the usual mix of patrons engrossed in their games, before making his way to the bar.
He stepped behind the bar with the ease of someone who belonged there, grabbing a clean glass and pouring himself a generous measure of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, catching the dim light as he lifted it to his lips and took a slow, satisfying sip. The warmth spread through him, easing the tension from his shoulders. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, but did enjoy a bit now and again, especially after a long day.
Leaning against the bar, Ailwin allowed himself a moment to reflect on the day's events. Meeting with the contact had been fruitful, and the funding issues that had plagued them for weeks were finally on their way to being resolved. It had taken every ounce of his negotiating, but the deal was done. They’d have the resources they needed to keep their operations running smoothly, especially if they were going to expand.
He glanced around the room again, his eyes searching for Katrien. She was supposed to meet him here, and he was eager to discuss the latest developments. Their partnership was the backbone of the Forsaken, each of them bringing unique strengths to the table. Ailwin valued her sharp mind and unwavering loyalty, knowing that together, they could navigate any challenge that came their way.
As he waited, he thought about their journey so far. The Forsaken had come a long way, from a ragtag group of misfits to a formidable organization. It hadn’t been easy, and there were still many obstacles ahead, but Ailwin felt a renewed sense of purpose. With the new funding, they could expand their influence, secure their stronghold, and protect those who relied on them. He nodded to the bartender and mentioned to tell Katrien he’d be in the back office when she arrived, and then headed into it to update their ledgers. Mr. Dribbles trailing behind Ailwin.
@Katrien
He stepped behind the bar with the ease of someone who belonged there, grabbing a clean glass and pouring himself a generous measure of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, catching the dim light as he lifted it to his lips and took a slow, satisfying sip. The warmth spread through him, easing the tension from his shoulders. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, but did enjoy a bit now and again, especially after a long day.
Leaning against the bar, Ailwin allowed himself a moment to reflect on the day's events. Meeting with the contact had been fruitful, and the funding issues that had plagued them for weeks were finally on their way to being resolved. It had taken every ounce of his negotiating, but the deal was done. They’d have the resources they needed to keep their operations running smoothly, especially if they were going to expand.
He glanced around the room again, his eyes searching for Katrien. She was supposed to meet him here, and he was eager to discuss the latest developments. Their partnership was the backbone of the Forsaken, each of them bringing unique strengths to the table. Ailwin valued her sharp mind and unwavering loyalty, knowing that together, they could navigate any challenge that came their way.
As he waited, he thought about their journey so far. The Forsaken had come a long way, from a ragtag group of misfits to a formidable organization. It hadn’t been easy, and there were still many obstacles ahead, but Ailwin felt a renewed sense of purpose. With the new funding, they could expand their influence, secure their stronghold, and protect those who relied on them. He nodded to the bartender and mentioned to tell Katrien he’d be in the back office when she arrived, and then headed into it to update their ledgers. Mr. Dribbles trailing behind Ailwin.
@Katrien
07-21-2024, 06:23 PM
