When the noise seemed to die down Meilin shuffled out of the weapons-shop, leaving a slightly perturbed store owner. Well well, that had been odd. Whatever could that noise have been? Maybe some had been braver than he. He wandered into a bar he liked to go to and looked around. His moth-like brown and gold wings flicked in annoyance. He wasn't the best at making conversation, though he did want to know what had happened. He wandered around before sitting at the bar with a sigh. In the end he was terrible at making friends and starting conversations... with lower people anyway. People of stature generally knew who he was and paid attention to him which made things easier on him. So far he only had working relationships here, and none of them were
interesting or particularly special.
Meilin gazed around the room curiously from his bar stool as he made himself drink their wine. It was the only kind in town that he could tolerate, and it really wasn't that good. He just used it to get drunk sometimes, or like now to fit in. It may be good to most people, but not those with a discerning, refined palate like him. Commoners wine as it were.
He smirked a little at the thought but then noticed a scarred and dark haired man coming towards him. He blinked and analyzed him critically. He was pretty, but dear god what had happened to his skin. It was terrible, well it was ok, but the scars? Geeze. But, he was coming towards him and that made it easier to talk to him than wandering up to someone who was already sitting down and talking to someone else. He cleared his throat, a somewhat girly sound. Solemn but deep brown eyes with gold flecks in them looked at Rivek. "Excuse me... um." He did an odd, nervous tic with his fingers on his lap before resting one hand on the other. "Do you know what... what happened earlier?" he asked nonchalantly.
damn it woe! D:
I worked on it too long i guess... *tear*