backwards pleasures

REMI

The man known to the locals of Torchline didn't resemble at all the man once known in Northwind, Northaven, and then, the Hollowed Grounds. Instead this man was tall and muscular, a man of fewer words and rare smiles. A useful man, but one who proved himself deadly just as often as helpful. Today it was that that man pushed open the door to the Hanged Man with a bare shoulder, his chest revealing wounds still healing from some beach-brawl or other (none dared ask). In his hands he held a crate of poorly made alcohol (likely all would be surprised to know that once he'd been quite good at this). But time wasn't on his side, and so this quickly-made swill was the best he had to offer.

Setting it roughly on the bar, Remi pointed at a glass which immediately flew his way. Taking out one of the bottles he poured himself a healthy dose of it, quickly knocked it back, grimaced, and then poured another.

Coding base by Sky!