Iggy looks over and grins. The little room isn't pitch black or anything, but with the storm and the fading light outside the candles really help. They cast a lovely, flattering glow on everything.
Iggy peels out of his coat and shoes before he goes to the little table where indeed there's a pitcher he filledd earlier. He pours water into a simple cup and hands it over before he sits on the bed and pats the spot next to him.
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Iggy peels out of his coat and shoes before he goes to the little table where indeed there's a pitcher he filledd earlier. He pours water into a simple cup and hands it over before he sits on the bed and pats the spot next to him.
I don't know where to get booze yet.
Do you hunt? Is that your thing?