There but for the grace of the gods go I
When one's guild leader called, one came, regardless of the vague message or the early hour. George had been up late the night before, and so it was with a certain reluctance that he had dragged himself out of bed. By the time he arrived, though, he had shaken off the remnants of sleep and was alert and ready for whatever Flora needed. Something to do with the guild, or he'd lost his mind entirely. She could just need help around the bar, but they'd only recently fixed it up. There shouldn't be much that needed doing, unless it was to unload a shipment of ale or something. And didn't she had people for that?
In any case, he arrived bright and early to the Hanged Man, slipping into the entrance and nodding to the man at the bar - someone he didn't really recognize, but he didn't know everyone - before making his way into the back room, careful to turn the handle just so to avoid ringing the bell attached. "Hello, love," he greeted Flora with a crooked smile, taking in the scene with a quirked brow. She'd gone to some length to prepare the Guild room for whatever she had in store, and George had to admit that his curiosity was piqued.
In any case, he arrived bright and early to the Hanged Man, slipping into the entrance and nodding to the man at the bar - someone he didn't really recognize, but he didn't know everyone - before making his way into the back room, careful to turn the handle just so to avoid ringing the bell attached. "Hello, love," he greeted Flora with a crooked smile, taking in the scene with a quirked brow. She'd gone to some length to prepare the Guild room for whatever she had in store, and George had to admit that his curiosity was piqued.
And when you kiss me, I am happy enough to die
George
