Festy_Dog
First Post
Rystil:
[sblock]*Diedrik seems to be carried by the scent, and he meanders towards its source, certainly in the mood for something to eat after all the drinking he had been doing this evening. He almost floats over to the bar, and he leans over it to get a better look at what's going on.
"Amity, I got the job," he says, a statement devoid of any particular sentiment in regards to leaving, but his voice sweetens on the subject of food, "Hmm, I'm intrigued by this delightful smell. Something this good can only be your work."
I owe Amity, she's certainly far too nice to me than I deserve.[/sblock]
[sblock]*Diedrik seems to be carried by the scent, and he meanders towards its source, certainly in the mood for something to eat after all the drinking he had been doing this evening. He almost floats over to the bar, and he leans over it to get a better look at what's going on.
"Amity, I got the job," he says, a statement devoid of any particular sentiment in regards to leaving, but his voice sweetens on the subject of food, "Hmm, I'm intrigued by this delightful smell. Something this good can only be your work."
I owe Amity, she's certainly far too nice to me than I deserve.[/sblock]