George
"Oh no, love, the luck is all mine," said George with a chuckle. He'd be more than happy to help with whatever tricks Flora had up her sleeve - after all, things had gotten rather dull in Torchline of late, and it was past time for the underbelly of the region to liven things up again.
The Hanged Man was decidedly not how George remembered it, but it was a good change. There was new furniture, for one, and it no longer stank of old sweat and spilled liquor. "I like what you've done with the place," he said as he joined Flora at the bar, taking the glass she offered and raising it to clink his glass against hers. "To new friends," he added, and then took a long drink.
The Hanged Man was decidedly not how George remembered it, but it was a good change. There was new furniture, for one, and it no longer stank of old sweat and spilled liquor. "I like what you've done with the place," he said as he joined Flora at the bar, taking the glass she offered and raising it to clink his glass against hers. "To new friends," he added, and then took a long drink.
