They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren figured getting off on the wrong foot with the proprietor of the Hanged Man was probably bad for his long term prospects in Torchline (and for his budding alcoholism). So he set out to make things right if he could, heading for the bar right before sunset.
hirtless and shoeless, dressed only in a pair of shorts and sporting a slight tan, he looked more and more the part of a native though he wasn't actually one. Astra was in tow, since she hadn't gotten to see the place last time. Seeing as she was far better at winning over hearts than he was, he figured it was for the best.
Carrying a small package, he entered into the tavern. Like the last couple of times, the switch was immediate and immediately pleasant. His luxere bleated excitedly at the cool lighting and cooler breeze, trotting into the center of the room. Grinning at the sight, he glanced around at the empty interior. "Raza? We haven't officially met, but I wanted to apologize and make amends for the other night."
hirtless and shoeless, dressed only in a pair of shorts and sporting a slight tan, he looked more and more the part of a native though he wasn't actually one. Astra was in tow, since she hadn't gotten to see the place last time. Seeing as she was far better at winning over hearts than he was, he figured it was for the best.
Carrying a small package, he entered into the tavern. Like the last couple of times, the switch was immediate and immediately pleasant. His luxere bleated excitedly at the cool lighting and cooler breeze, trotting into the center of the room. Grinning at the sight, he glanced around at the empty interior. "
LOREN
