Neyvahn ╪ D Rank
At night, Rose Garden came to life. Its lights illuminated every face, and every storefront, leaving very little to miss for the wandering eye, and crowds of happily busy people shuffled through the streets. It was a lot to take in, especially for someone who hasn't seen this many people for a long time.
Neyvahn just fiddled with the crest on his neck and continued through the river of tourists and local enthusiasts. The Silver Moon Inn was just ahead, and to be honest, it wasn't that impressive. It didn't stand out amongst its surroundings and its appearance was rather underwhelming, much like the many small storefronts in Rose Garden. It was easy to overlook. Even so, the right eyes could never miss it.
The white-haired man pulled the door's handle and walked inside. A slight smile crept onto his face. "Not very colorful, is it?" he mumbled.
No response.
Neyvahn's smile dropped and he made his way to a stool, dropping a few jewels on the bar for an lemonade iced tea. A lot of faces around him seemed rather harsh, and he began to wonder just what might've happened to the friendly ones. Perhaps they found better places to be. Neyvahn couldn't say he didn't understand though. Silver Moon Inn wasn't the best place for most people. It was filled with mischievous misfits and reeked of bad intentions for the most part.
Still, the place had its perks. Look past the tough facades, and you get a rather warm Inn filled with songs and stories, and you soon realize that the ominous aura is really just the smell of bad odor and ale.
That's part of why Neyvahn preferred the drinks he did, they drowned out the stench of drunk sailors.
Behind the bakeneko, his white tail flickered back and forth with a calm swinging motion, waiting for his lemonade iced tea.
Location;; Silver Moon Inn, Rose Garden
Word Count;; 314
OOC Notes;;
Neyvahn just fiddled with the crest on his neck and continued through the river of tourists and local enthusiasts. The Silver Moon Inn was just ahead, and to be honest, it wasn't that impressive. It didn't stand out amongst its surroundings and its appearance was rather underwhelming, much like the many small storefronts in Rose Garden. It was easy to overlook. Even so, the right eyes could never miss it.
The white-haired man pulled the door's handle and walked inside. A slight smile crept onto his face. "Not very colorful, is it?" he mumbled.
No response.
Neyvahn's smile dropped and he made his way to a stool, dropping a few jewels on the bar for an lemonade iced tea. A lot of faces around him seemed rather harsh, and he began to wonder just what might've happened to the friendly ones. Perhaps they found better places to be. Neyvahn couldn't say he didn't understand though. Silver Moon Inn wasn't the best place for most people. It was filled with mischievous misfits and reeked of bad intentions for the most part.
Still, the place had its perks. Look past the tough facades, and you get a rather warm Inn filled with songs and stories, and you soon realize that the ominous aura is really just the smell of bad odor and ale.
That's part of why Neyvahn preferred the drinks he did, they drowned out the stench of drunk sailors.
Behind the bakeneko, his white tail flickered back and forth with a calm swinging motion, waiting for his lemonade iced tea.
Location;; Silver Moon Inn, Rose Garden
Word Count;; 314
OOC Notes;;