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67th of Winter 517AV
The Blue Bull
Certainly, there was no better way to end a day of hard work and training, than with a mug of sweet, golden liquid in the Blue Bull, said once a wise man. Solemnly agreeing with that statement, Grim made way towards the notorious inn, doing his best to not linger on the streets. After all, if the shadows could take one’s sight, they could certainly take more. And if they were to, by any chance, do so, life would become even more uncomfortable. Considering that he would be alive after another encounter, of course.
And with the ever climbing number of missing people, remaining alive after another encounter was highly unlikely. Then again, maybe they all just went out for an organized picnic, or a walk trough the woods and lost their way. Grim let a self-deprecating smile climb the corner of his lips. At least the shadows couldn't take away his tasteless humor.
Dusk certainly wasn't keen on heading out with him tonight either, opting for safety in the skies. So much for friendship...
Still, even if his sight was impaired, his destination was far from hard to find. After all, merry laughter, and the, although muted, still prominent, sounds of drums and fiddles reached out far from the confines of the tavern’s walls, inviting anyone and everyone inside. At least, they made the darkness feel less barren, Grim thought.
It wasn’t soon, until the Bull was in sight. It was rather lit up, with lanterns and candles set in the most odd of places. An outsider would probably laugh after observing the scene, not knowing the reason behind it. Even so, the constant threat of the shadows did little to dampen the mood, apparently. Drinks and food were still in abundance, and couples still graced the dancing floor. Reaching out to his pocket, the Eiyon pulled out a crude, leather-fashioned pouch, filled with around five miza. Bouncing its weight in his hand, he set out to find a place to sit and drink, maybe find some company.
He expertly dodged the people that moved between, mostly occupied tables. There were more people visiting than usually, both Akalaks who tore trough the crowd like they owned the place, as wells sea merchants, entertainers, and the regular population. Without his scythe in the way, moving around was rather easy, not to mention the fact that he bumped into things a lot less. Though, his hands did feel rather empty. But then again, so did his stomach. Something he was hoping to change very soon.
Squinting his color drained sight, the Raven haired man sought out a seat to call his own, drowning as he found that almost all were occupied. However, just then did he hear word all to familiar in the mass of chatter that surrounded him.