It had been a long time since Marick, the now ex-Solitaire, had been to the Oak Inn. Hell, last time he was in here he was a mercenary whose main focus was on cards, booze and the ladies. Nowadays all he was interested in was the booze, what with his card magic out the window and his eyes now only on a single woman in his life. His eyes looked about the cosy inn as he sat back in his chair and smiled as he reminisced of the times he'd spent here after jobs with his supposed friends - the same ones who would later turn their back on him. Fate was a funny old thing.
The Sabertooth wizard - could he be called that right now with no magic? - raised his beer to his lips, taking his mind away from the various troubles for the first time in what felt like forever. Sat in front of him was a game of Solitaire set up from a basic deck of playing cards, as opposed to his old deck which was now gathering dust in his trunk at the guildhall. Without lowering his beer he ran his fingers over each card and began to move them to their appropriate place. Solitaire wasn't as fun when you could tell what card was what just by the feel of it.
He finally lowered the beer and gave another sigh as he looked down at his game, his mind trying desperately to switch off and enjoy the game without any thought. Sadly this wasn't to be as he simply gave in and packed the cards away in defeat. I need my magic back... he thought to himself, before gripping his tankard and downing the remaining liquid in one gulp. He then turn his attention back to the bar, raising his hand as a signal to the barman that he wanted another. I can't call myself Sabertooth's Ace if I can't do anything to help the others...
The Sabertooth wizard - could he be called that right now with no magic? - raised his beer to his lips, taking his mind away from the various troubles for the first time in what felt like forever. Sat in front of him was a game of Solitaire set up from a basic deck of playing cards, as opposed to his old deck which was now gathering dust in his trunk at the guildhall. Without lowering his beer he ran his fingers over each card and began to move them to their appropriate place. Solitaire wasn't as fun when you could tell what card was what just by the feel of it.
He finally lowered the beer and gave another sigh as he looked down at his game, his mind trying desperately to switch off and enjoy the game without any thought. Sadly this wasn't to be as he simply gave in and packed the cards away in defeat. I need my magic back... he thought to himself, before gripping his tankard and downing the remaining liquid in one gulp. He then turn his attention back to the bar, raising his hand as a signal to the barman that he wanted another. I can't call myself Sabertooth's Ace if I can't do anything to help the others...