[ mag has put vash to work wiping down tables and handling drink refills for the night. it's easy busy work, and he's even (surprisingly) had a few coins tossed his way for his troubles.
he's been in cadens for the better park of a week by now, which means he's started remembering the sarstina's regulars by face and name. he spends most nights, on and off the clock, making friendly conversation with them while also gently plying for information. the bars on no man's land were a treasure trove of salient gossip, and here's proved no different.
vash has just dropped off a pair of beers, tucking the carrying tray under his arm, and nearly knocks skulls with the person suddenly in his space. he takes an instinctive step back, already reflexively lifting a spread hand in a show of nonaggression. he opens his mouth to stammer m-me?, only for the reply to promptly die in his throat when his brain catches up with what his eyes are seeing. who they're seeing.
vash's sheepish look morphs into a cocktail of shock, mild horror, and-- selfishly-- relief. ]
wild being the operative word
he's been in cadens for the better park of a week by now, which means he's started remembering the sarstina's regulars by face and name. he spends most nights, on and off the clock, making friendly conversation with them while also gently plying for information. the bars on no man's land were a treasure trove of salient gossip, and here's proved no different.
vash has just dropped off a pair of beers, tucking the carrying tray under his arm, and nearly knocks skulls with the person suddenly in his space. he takes an instinctive step back, already reflexively lifting a spread hand in a show of nonaggression. he opens his mouth to stammer m-me?, only for the reply to promptly die in his throat when his brain catches up with what his eyes are seeing. who they're seeing.
vash's sheepish look morphs into a cocktail of shock, mild horror, and-- selfishly-- relief. ]
... Wolfwood?