"Sometimes in life... you have to make decisions. Not little decisions like what to have for lunch or whether to buy a new spear. No, decisions that have a bearing on the rest of your life. Obstinance for the sake of pigheadedness sounds fun, like a happy story where you are the main character. Those who rebel for the sake of rebellion, to be their own special little rainbow, put no thought into the repercussions of the choices they make.
Life is more like a tragedy. There will be decisions you are forced to make that can haunt you and forever change the course of your destiny. There are no heroes of a tragedy; life guarantees no happy endings. Life, death, exile, pain, love, heartbreak... these are all interchangeable depending on the choices you make.
Sometimes however the decision is made for you... or taken from you. You're left to ride the waves of consequence."
"Yeah, yeah, Gramps, whatever. You're just whining on because you're old. There's nothing on this island that can harm me," a faun child snorted derisively before rejoining his family.
The cloaked figure turned again to his mug of ale, violet eyes cloudy with thought. He hadn't really expected any other response than the invincibility of the young and stupid. He rather missed that quality in himself. As for being a "Gramps", he sulked a bit. He really wasn't that old, even if he felt ancient.
Banging his empty mug on the counter of the tavern, the figure bellowed "MORE" loudly. The barkeep shook her head disapprovingly at the amount of alcohol he was consuming and was resolved to cut him off if he became too intoxicated. He paid well, though, so the line was skewed in his favor.
Even though the midday sun was bright and hot, the eatery was dark and a little dank. A bit of humidity hung in the air as if trapped from the cooler sea breezes of morning. A few scattered families of faun and fae ate their lunches. The bar was relatively empty save the cloaked figure leaning against the wall.
The male flopped his head down onto the bar, blowing lightly at the yellow tipped hair that flopped into his face from under his hood. "Meh... I need to find more work." Bounty hunting suited his skills but allowed him time between to get lost in thought.