The Silver Cheshire ( Bar/Leisure Topic )

[Keele Zeibel]

Ajusting to the inky blackness of his surroundings was a hard task, but Keele Zeibel was getting better at it everyday. Besides, its the only way I'll be able to sense her flow... The yells of the merchants, trying to sell away their goods, was giving way to her pull, until he heard someone ahead:"... what brings you to this part of the world?". He reached for the stone hanging from his neck, making the wings on his back fade away, their power returning to the stone.

As his weary left hand was against the door he was leaning on, a few curious stares remarked a man in his twenties, professor by the look of it. He looked like a cross between a fighter, with his shield strapped up on his left arm, and a bookworm, carrying an impressive volume in his right hand. A turban on his head completed the patchwork look.

He let himself be guided by the energies he could barely perceives, tripping over some shaft on the floor. "I am terribly sorry", Keele said, searching with his hands for something to sit on. He lifted himself on a chair, the person he was looking for right in front of him, but he couldn't tell how far from him.

Finally realising with all the sounds that he was in a bar, he lifted his head and said:"bartender, gimme something strong".

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Sorry about the short topic, I'm new to that kind of stuff.

(Keele Zeibel, agi/int/str, professor)