Alexandaner Xavier • Black Rose • D Rank
The wind howled loudly as a cool up draft swept from the sea and into the docks, sending chills down Xavier’s spine. Quietly he glances around, looking for a nice or well decent place to eat. Luckily for him Xavier found a tavern named ‘The Fishy mage’, Xavier quietly raises an eyebrow at the failed attempts for comedy. From the outside, the tavern seemed to be rather family friendly tavern, creating a rather folksy, humble, and, stranger friendly aura. Nothing was to extravagant in its architecture, to Xavier it was rather plan and boring. Pushing against the heavy oak wood doors, Xavier was greeted by a overwhelming smell of fish sticks, and, alcohol. Xavier automatically crinkled his noise in annoyance and retrieve a handkerchief from his pocket, gently placing it around his noise masking the smell.
The bar was minorly packed, the sound of laughter echoed throughout the room. Wooden beams supported floor with torches attached, giving off light. Overall the atmosphere of the room was cheerful, humble, and, even enjoyable. But there was a uneasy tension within the building, a quiet tension that was forced to stay quiet, but in the end it was in everyone’s mind. The Murder that is, the bar was rather filled with common folks, hardworking ladies and gentlemen that actually had to struggle in order to survive. Xavier stuck out like a sore thumb, dressed in an all-white and lavender suit, with a white trench coat neatly draped over his shoulder. Quietly he made his way to the nearby bar, and gently he took a seat on one of the stools, he didn’t look up, he didn’t say anything until someone made the first move.
A rather wild looking man was there to serve him, the man had steel gray unkempt hair, with a wild beard that was long enough to be used as a belt. The man himself was wearing dirty beat up button up shirt, with black dirty slacks, and a, green patterned apron. His teeth were yellow and fading, and the man looked like he hadn’t bathed for days. Despite this the man seemed friendly and gave Xavier a kind smile, he silently approached the alchemist. “How can I help ya?” the man asked with a slight toothy grin. Xavier quietly glance up at the man, placed his handkerchief down. “I will like some water please sir, nice cold water” he asked politely.
Location;;Hargeon Town, the dock
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Word Count;; 402
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