[ There's a lot of things he couldn't have expected to see in Cadens. There were definitely parts of it that resembled No Man's Land more than not--the heat, the sand, the military presence and clear hoarding of valuable resources by those who Have from those who Have Not--but similarities aren't direct copies and that is precisely what Nicholas D. Wolfwood is not looking for on that particular evening.
It's been a couple of days and he has mostly been bumming it, trying to get a lay of the land to figure out his next move. He doesn't exactly want to be here, but it isn't like he was having a grand old time there, either. Still...there are responsibilities he has. And if shit hadn't hit the fan in the most spectacular way before he ended up in that pool--
--well. There'd be a lot less to bother himself with.
The Sarstina has been the friendliest thus far so he makes his way back to the same old tavern with the intent to refuel with beer or a shot with the coin he's earned before seeing who would be willing to loosen their purse straps a little for him. He slides into an old chair with a heavy sigh and scans the area, trying to decide if he should just go up to the bar or wave someone over when he sees a familiar head of blonde hair that makes him do a double-take. ]
...No fuckin' way.
[ There's absolutely no way--
Nicholas is up like a shot, losing the lazy languidness of his actions when he strolled in and is up in the other man's business before someone can tell him that's not how you greet people. ]
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It's been a couple of days and he has mostly been bumming it, trying to get a lay of the land to figure out his next move. He doesn't exactly want to be here, but it isn't like he was having a grand old time there, either. Still...there are responsibilities he has. And if shit hadn't hit the fan in the most spectacular way before he ended up in that pool--
--well. There'd be a lot less to bother himself with.
The Sarstina has been the friendliest thus far so he makes his way back to the same old tavern with the intent to refuel with beer or a shot with the coin he's earned before seeing who would be willing to loosen their purse straps a little for him. He slides into an old chair with a heavy sigh and scans the area, trying to decide if he should just go up to the bar or wave someone over when he sees a familiar head of blonde hair that makes him do a double-take. ]
...No fuckin' way.
[ There's absolutely no way--
Nicholas is up like a shot, losing the lazy languidness of his actions when he strolled in and is up in the other man's business before someone can tell him that's not how you greet people. ]
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