Aldern Foxglove
First Post
Receiving a drink in a disreputable looking flagon Izzik flashed the barmaid a grateful tired smile. As soon as she turned away he glanced about and lowered his tongue into what turned out to be mead, moistening the pitiful dried up oral appendage back into usability and letting out a satisfied sign as he proceeded to greedily guzzle the liquid.
Feeling somewhat more human he turned to survey the virtually empty bar, harsh white light illuminated the scene in stripes through the heavy wooden shutters and reminded Izzik of his headache. Nothing for it he was just going to have to sit here and drink until something interesting happened or until he felt well enough to stand, surely the world would present something to entertain him shortly, it always did.
Feeling somewhat more human he turned to survey the virtually empty bar, harsh white light illuminated the scene in stripes through the heavy wooden shutters and reminded Izzik of his headache. Nothing for it he was just going to have to sit here and drink until something interesting happened or until he felt well enough to stand, surely the world would present something to entertain him shortly, it always did.