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Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by Demmy, Dec 9, 2015.
The black haired male yawned, leaning back against the cushions of his chamber. It seemed that Bronswik had been sleeping all day and now he was finally awake. As he noticed how low the sun had fallen, he shrugged. What was it to a prince? He was more of a night person anyways.
Nami grinned, passing yet another drink to the man before her. His tales were boring and he was as drunk as a skunk, but he payed for his drink. That was all she cared about. Turning away, she engaged a new drinker, asking him what he had wanted.
Flicking her hair over her shoulder, Myra sat in her normal spot, close enough to the music so that she can watch and listen but far enough into the shadows not to be noticed easily. The assassin was well known but here, she could be herself.
Leone was exhausted, having worked from dawn to dusk on an order of swords from the castle. His tail flicked slowly as he awaited someone from the castle to come along and pick up the order, as well as pay him. The warm summer nights were beginning to give way into the brisker autumn evenings. The daemon was disappointed at best knowing that cold weather would eventually bare down on the kingdom. It made things difficult for him.
Durrin sat at the inn bar Drinking away a few coins at the bar having a lovely time in the loud area filled with men yelling about old times and fake tales they've told many a time before. Durrin wasn't one for talking he'd normally laugh along and drink. He'd been in their for the past hour or so and was looking for a change of scenery. He wandered slightly wobbly from the drink he made his way out of the bar looking around for the nearest job board.