[Barring the ominous nature of the meeting altogether, Eridanus was somewhat hopeful to put a stranger's name on the screen to a face. He was always the type to get a leg up on things, and he saw this matter as simply an extension of that.
Plus, he was getting very tired of the slabs of meat Traejan kept pulling from the freezer.
He had yet to attend a public bar since arriving in Ryslig, why would he, when he already had all he needed at home? In fact, it wasn't until the "Fat Lady" was in view that the thought occurred to him that he had never been to a public bar. All of his public drinking had been done in attendance of upscale brunches and soirรฉes. There was an amused quirk that captured one side of his mouth as he thought about it, about how Ryslig was giving him the opportunity for many firsts.
Eridanus entered the bar, his tufted ears poised upwards as he keenly searched about the room for his midnight rendezvous. Even without his long ears to give him away, he easily stood at least a head above the average human, and after a moment, he reasoned that it would be easier for the other to find him; considering he seemed to have some concept of elven physiognomy.
He made amends with the thought and instead of continuing his search, pushed past drunken patrons to get to the bar. He smoothed his hands over his muted, black suit before leaning against the counter. Long, claw-tipped fingers flagged down the tender with haste, and as the apprehensive human approached, his lips parted and bared sharpening teeth.]
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Plus, he was getting very tired of the slabs of meat Traejan kept pulling from the freezer.
He had yet to attend a public bar since arriving in Ryslig, why would he, when he already had all he needed at home? In fact, it wasn't until the "Fat Lady" was in view that the thought occurred to him that he had never been to a public bar. All of his public drinking had been done in attendance of upscale brunches and soirรฉes. There was an amused quirk that captured one side of his mouth as he thought about it, about how Ryslig was giving him the opportunity for many firsts.
Eridanus entered the bar, his tufted ears poised upwards as he keenly searched about the room for his midnight rendezvous. Even without his long ears to give him away, he easily stood at least a head above the average human, and after a moment, he reasoned that it would be easier for the other to find him; considering he seemed to have some concept of elven physiognomy.
He made amends with the thought and instead of continuing his search, pushed past drunken patrons to get to the bar. He smoothed his hands over his muted, black suit before leaning against the counter. Long, claw-tipped fingers flagged down the tender with haste, and as the apprehensive human approached, his lips parted and bared sharpening teeth.]
Brandy, neat please.
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