Rayes nodded but didn’t press. He was well versed in drinkbuddy etiquette; ask only innocent questions and don’t dig for information not freely given. Finishing his drink, Ray cast his eyes around the bustling building to see if he could find what he had come here looking for. All the larger men seemed to already be more than a little tipsy and those that were sober were slim, scholarly types that looked like they fought by throwing feather quills at each other. Rayes frowned in irritation. There’s nothing here to stir up. He was immediately proven wrong as his gaze caught on two men that he hadn’t seen because they were sitting directly beside the man that Ray was conversing with. Both were muscular without being particularly brawny and their senses had not yet been stolen by drink, they bore battle-earned scars and heavy brows chiseled into what looked like permanent frowns and were talking easily to each other, confident in the regular crowd of the Kelp Bar. Gaze flitting away quickly, Rayes gave no indication that he’d seen the men as he rotated on his stool to fully face the person he’d been talking to. “Never fancied myself much of the bookish type, really. This city seems to be mighty proud of it, though. Tell me, from a native to a newcomer, what would you say’s the best thing to do here?” He spoke casually and his long leather coat concealed his foot as he secretly put it on the bar of his new friend’s stool. |