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The sun set late on Ziost.
Ice and sleet moved thick beneath Vereshin's stride. He returned from the library and carried a good amount of books in a soft bag with a strap hanging from his shoulder. Bright lights began to appear against a horizon of darkening white. The pristine blanket of snow across the spires and rooftops turned to grey with the waning sun. Sith pursued brothels and personnel dallied with locals. Pressured by the impending afternoon, Vereshin grew sore and found himself desperate for a drink.
Turning on his heel, he entered a bar fashioned from stone. Skulls adorned the low ceiling and cozy chairs huddled patrons in soothing warmth. He brushed the snow through his hair and eyed the company. Wearing a thick coat over a shirt and knickerbockers tucked into socks and laced shoes, he liked to remain beneath the coat to hide his skeletal figure. He removed his scarf and gloves, tucking them neatly over the pocket of the coat. The glance of a woman drew his attention and she occupied the booth with the only remaining seat.
Feint memories of his mother returned to his mind. A wandering witch bound to no place or man, drifting with her divine touch through the ice of Ziost. He watched her for the moment. She sipped her drink quietly and drew him over to the table with every feminine nuance. Arcane jewels and symbols dripped from her fingers and neck.
"If you don't mind..." Vereshin quietly gestured before sitting down. A waitress quickly arrived and he ordered with a wave of his hand. The woman returned with a small glass of vodka. Huddling into the booth, he sipped from the glass slightly and received the strong taste. The alcohol disagreed with him more often than not, even if it discouraged him from draining. "Are you from around here?"
@Toska
The sun set late on Ziost.
Ice and sleet moved thick beneath Vereshin's stride. He returned from the library and carried a good amount of books in a soft bag with a strap hanging from his shoulder. Bright lights began to appear against a horizon of darkening white. The pristine blanket of snow across the spires and rooftops turned to grey with the waning sun. Sith pursued brothels and personnel dallied with locals. Pressured by the impending afternoon, Vereshin grew sore and found himself desperate for a drink.
Turning on his heel, he entered a bar fashioned from stone. Skulls adorned the low ceiling and cozy chairs huddled patrons in soothing warmth. He brushed the snow through his hair and eyed the company. Wearing a thick coat over a shirt and knickerbockers tucked into socks and laced shoes, he liked to remain beneath the coat to hide his skeletal figure. He removed his scarf and gloves, tucking them neatly over the pocket of the coat. The glance of a woman drew his attention and she occupied the booth with the only remaining seat.
Feint memories of his mother returned to his mind. A wandering witch bound to no place or man, drifting with her divine touch through the ice of Ziost. He watched her for the moment. She sipped her drink quietly and drew him over to the table with every feminine nuance. Arcane jewels and symbols dripped from her fingers and neck.
"If you don't mind..." Vereshin quietly gestured before sitting down. A waitress quickly arrived and he ordered with a wave of his hand. The woman returned with a small glass of vodka. Huddling into the booth, he sipped from the glass slightly and received the strong taste. The alcohol disagreed with him more often than not, even if it discouraged him from draining. "Are you from around here?"
@Toska