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Mission: Meet with the group and agree to join the organization (D)
Sillad entered the tavern, quietly, eager to taste the booze, but trying hard not to show his addiction to others. He hardly stuck to one place, apart from the gambling island south of Icaria. Though that place had its charm, it could hardly keep his interest for too long. These people seemed different from the low-life scum he used to hang out. He was not sure they were his cup of tea, but he was intrigued by their personalities and looks - he knew no other people with such vibrant hairstyles.
Sillad's jaw dropped at the mega pint Nine requested. She was definitely speaking his language, but he must not show his illness to others yet. First impressions matter. He kept the glass at arm’s length, as if admiring the tavern's decor through it rather than the amber inside. To anyone watching, he was merely curious, quiet. On the inside though, he was fantasizing about the entire bottle. How would it taste? Maybe of dried fruit, tobacco, a ghost of vanilla? Was the first sip going to burn his throat? He couldn't resist any longer. He gently took the glass and channeled his Hyouton chakra. A small hissing could be heard as chill ran trough his palm and coiled around the glass. He didn't encase the liquor in ice, just enough to lower the temperature and sharpen the spirit’s edges, tightening the aroma.. He closed his eyes as his lips touched the liquid gold. The room went silent. It felt like..home.
.
Then suddenly Lilith spat her whiskey, screaming "The **** is this shit?"...
His eyes widened with disgust. To waste that perfectly good booze. He quickly tried to hide his disappointment from his face, hoping no one saw his reaction, but they all did.
"Here. This might help." he murmurered, as he swirled his finger and two ice cubes fell into the woman's drink. He tried not to look like someone who’s rehearsed the gesture a thousand times. He was so focused on his drink he barely heard what Lilith was saying earlier. "Stupid alcohol..." he thought as he tried to recall her words. Then it came back and he started talking.
"To be honest love, even I know not why I'm here. I got bored in Moon Isle and then I heard of you, and your exploits. I had to see for myself, what sort of person you are."
He took a second sip of the liquid gold. With it, the whiskey moved faster. Was that caramel he tasted?; maybe something sweet like vanilla? The thought distracted him before continuing:
"...and what you are, is.. strong."
He finished his drink in one final sip, before raising his hand to ask for another.
"What I'm here for is strength of my own. I need to become more powerful to fulfil my goals, my destiny. And I believe you might hold the key to that. Until then, my daggers are yours."
He leaned back as the waiter brought a second glass, realizing the conversation was getting far too serious for his liking. "Too soon to swear oaths and change the world when my head's clear. Haha. Let's drink!"
Mission end.
Sillad entered the tavern, quietly, eager to taste the booze, but trying hard not to show his addiction to others. He hardly stuck to one place, apart from the gambling island south of Icaria. Though that place had its charm, it could hardly keep his interest for too long. These people seemed different from the low-life scum he used to hang out. He was not sure they were his cup of tea, but he was intrigued by their personalities and looks - he knew no other people with such vibrant hairstyles.
Sillad's jaw dropped at the mega pint Nine requested. She was definitely speaking his language, but he must not show his illness to others yet. First impressions matter. He kept the glass at arm’s length, as if admiring the tavern's decor through it rather than the amber inside. To anyone watching, he was merely curious, quiet. On the inside though, he was fantasizing about the entire bottle. How would it taste? Maybe of dried fruit, tobacco, a ghost of vanilla? Was the first sip going to burn his throat? He couldn't resist any longer. He gently took the glass and channeled his Hyouton chakra. A small hissing could be heard as chill ran trough his palm and coiled around the glass. He didn't encase the liquor in ice, just enough to lower the temperature and sharpen the spirit’s edges, tightening the aroma.. He closed his eyes as his lips touched the liquid gold. The room went silent. It felt like..home.
.
Then suddenly Lilith spat her whiskey, screaming "The **** is this shit?"...
His eyes widened with disgust. To waste that perfectly good booze. He quickly tried to hide his disappointment from his face, hoping no one saw his reaction, but they all did.
"Here. This might help." he murmurered, as he swirled his finger and two ice cubes fell into the woman's drink. He tried not to look like someone who’s rehearsed the gesture a thousand times. He was so focused on his drink he barely heard what Lilith was saying earlier. "Stupid alcohol..." he thought as he tried to recall her words. Then it came back and he started talking.
"To be honest love, even I know not why I'm here. I got bored in Moon Isle and then I heard of you, and your exploits. I had to see for myself, what sort of person you are."
He took a second sip of the liquid gold. With it, the whiskey moved faster. Was that caramel he tasted?; maybe something sweet like vanilla? The thought distracted him before continuing:
"...and what you are, is.. strong."
He finished his drink in one final sip, before raising his hand to ask for another.
"What I'm here for is strength of my own. I need to become more powerful to fulfil my goals, my destiny. And I believe you might hold the key to that. Until then, my daggers are yours."
He leaned back as the waiter brought a second glass, realizing the conversation was getting far too serious for his liking. "Too soon to swear oaths and change the world when my head's clear. Haha. Let's drink!"
Mission end.

