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Voraak found himself once more in Vel Anir to take a quick break before setting off to study darker magicks once more. There was a tavern that he frequented a lot in Anir Square and decided to take a few drinks and relax. He was on no one's time hardly had time for himself. Taking a seat in the corner of the tavern he was quick to analyze patrons in the bar and mentally made secondary and tertiary routes of escape in case someone charged at him.
His Raven, Vulka; took watch outside on the thatched roof of the tavern. A barmaid came over to the Pale Sorcerer and prompted.
"What can I get you hun?"
Behind his sly smile, he would reveal a voracious smile.
"Some stout ale will be fine gorgeous"
The barmaid smiled and ran off to fetch his drink. Taking out his coin purse he removed a smooth black stone from the bag and rubbed his fingers hardly against it. He was weary and burn out but he had so much to do in so little time.
Before Voraak could put a battle plan together, the barmaid smiled at him and brought his ale over to the table. In his delight, Voraak put two coins in her hand and closed her hand with his. "Thank you.....this is yours....keep it"
Taking a few swigs of the ale, Voraak had stashed away a stale piece of bread he had brought back with him from his journey. He wasn't penniless but he would rather spend his extra money on alchemical and magickal supplies rather than food. He was more than dedicated to his work and had no time for anything else......If only his past was changed, he could have tried things with Roselia and maybe his path wouldn't have been so dark.
Scarfing down the stale piece of bread and downing the rest of the ale, Voraak took out a piece of paper and unrolled it out on the table. He was analyzing the text and pictures that adorned this aging parchment. It was the rough blueprint of an ancient building but the location and purpose of the building eluded him. He knew that a warlock lived there but he couldn't find information on the structure or subject. Anir Square was getting busier today and perhaps foot traffic would lead nearby people into the tavern.
With Voraak studying intently, he was still aware of any newcomers that would venture inside.
His Raven, Vulka; took watch outside on the thatched roof of the tavern. A barmaid came over to the Pale Sorcerer and prompted.
"What can I get you hun?"
Behind his sly smile, he would reveal a voracious smile.
"Some stout ale will be fine gorgeous"
The barmaid smiled and ran off to fetch his drink. Taking out his coin purse he removed a smooth black stone from the bag and rubbed his fingers hardly against it. He was weary and burn out but he had so much to do in so little time.
Before Voraak could put a battle plan together, the barmaid smiled at him and brought his ale over to the table. In his delight, Voraak put two coins in her hand and closed her hand with his. "Thank you.....this is yours....keep it"
Taking a few swigs of the ale, Voraak had stashed away a stale piece of bread he had brought back with him from his journey. He wasn't penniless but he would rather spend his extra money on alchemical and magickal supplies rather than food. He was more than dedicated to his work and had no time for anything else......If only his past was changed, he could have tried things with Roselia and maybe his path wouldn't have been so dark.
Scarfing down the stale piece of bread and downing the rest of the ale, Voraak took out a piece of paper and unrolled it out on the table. He was analyzing the text and pictures that adorned this aging parchment. It was the rough blueprint of an ancient building but the location and purpose of the building eluded him. He knew that a warlock lived there but he couldn't find information on the structure or subject. Anir Square was getting busier today and perhaps foot traffic would lead nearby people into the tavern.
With Voraak studying intently, he was still aware of any newcomers that would venture inside.