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revivalproject2022-01-25 05:12 pm
mutedsuspicions) wrote in revivalproject2022-01-25 05:12 pm
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"People don't always tell the truth when you're polite." [Closed]
WHO: Bull and Lerith
WHERE: TheTavern Diner
WHAT: Talk about Haven and other Thedas things
WHEN: Evening time in late January
WARNINGS: None atm
Each time he's gone to the tavern, Lerith tries to go when the least amount of people are there. He gets his food, he gets out to go back to the hotel. The elf would say it's because he likes to people watch from the warmth of his room, but he's fooling no one. They probably all know he's scared of almost everyone.
But tonight... no, tonight was going to be different. The mute went to the diner to pick up his meal, but didn't immediately leave. Instead he went to sit in a booth - the one with the slightly wiggly table - to take his meal. A simple one of course, Lerith would never ask for anything fancy, but food was food.
He curled up on the bench, back against the wall and hood up as he balanced his plate on his knees to eat and keep an eye on the comings and goings of people. A new place to people watch.
WHERE: The
WHAT: Talk about Haven and other Thedas things
WHEN: Evening time in late January
WARNINGS: None atm
Each time he's gone to the tavern, Lerith tries to go when the least amount of people are there. He gets his food, he gets out to go back to the hotel. The elf would say it's because he likes to people watch from the warmth of his room, but he's fooling no one. They probably all know he's scared of almost everyone.
But tonight... no, tonight was going to be different. The mute went to the diner to pick up his meal, but didn't immediately leave. Instead he went to sit in a booth - the one with the slightly wiggly table - to take his meal. A simple one of course, Lerith would never ask for anything fancy, but food was food.
He curled up on the bench, back against the wall and hood up as he balanced his plate on his knees to eat and keep an eye on the comings and goings of people. A new place to people watch.