a Drink more or less

Neron

the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen

"I will be sure to let our suppliers in Torchline know. They are always bragging about it, so I bet this will please them," Neron remarks with a small, fanged smile, nodding at the other man's request. "Let me know if you change your mind about the food. I wouldn't want the cook to get lazy back there," he adds, pouring out a measure of ginger beer into a larger glass and setting it down next to the whiskey. "This stuff is all from the Grounds - not that I make it myself." Delicate hands, he indicates with a wiggle of his fingers.

"You know, there aren't that many travellers around any more. I remember when the world was full of them," he murmurs. "I bet you have enough stories to keep this place entertained all night. It's good to meet you - I'm Neron."

sometimes the soul
has days like these