Solo Make it Rain

[Lucius Walker]

The 22nd day of Winter

The rain had begun a couple days ago and had no end in sight. Luckily for Lucius he was given a small leather overcoat which kept his Wave Guard uniform damp but not soaked. Either way the air was chilly and his jaw chattered uncontrollably, yet he continued his post. Guardsmen told him early on in his recruitment that enforcing the law was ninety percent presence and ten percent confrontation, a fact he remembered while he patroled the streets of the Sailors Quarter.

Most of the citizenry kept inside and out of the weather. Others could be seen as he walked by the alleyways, hidden under garbage with a dazed look on their faces. Lucius ignored them and instead focused his attention on the tavern at the end of the street. A long porch with an over hang looked rather comforting and so he made his way there. Every breath of air that he exhaled vaporized into moisture, leaving his mind to wander and transfix on partaking in a bit of smoke.

Evetually he reached the tavern he was trying to find, "The Clapping Clam" was etched roughly into a board above the twin door entrance. Lucius laughed aloud as he reached into the overcoat and found his pre-rolled ciggaretts. He leaned up against one of the pillars which held the taverns awning and began to smoke using a match to light his paper. The sound of rain was comforting, and it seemed the Clapping Clam was a bit quiet this particular morning. Apparently rain was a problem amoungst whores.

It was a weird but calming feeling, watching the rain, enjoying his smoke and absorbing the sight of an empty east side street. The day had just begun, sure, but besides the rain all was well in Zeltiva at the momment.