12-06-2022, 07:45 PM
we must away, ere break of day
Gawain was not a man to show emotion, even before his draconic curse had taken form. It was rare for him to ever smile genuinely, or to cry, or to become seethingly angry. And whenever he did do such things, when he did grin and laugh, or cry, or become angry, it was not something he liked. A knight, especially the leading Knight, was hardly supposed to show such things.
The cold air bit at his nose, body feeling almost weightless aside from the metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles, the only things he would rather wear from his armor when the rest was in Kiara's house. As he moved, the scarring on his body stung with the cold, though as per usual, he showed no emotion as he lumbered across town. His destination, the tavern, had what he really wanted. A good ale and warmth. He needed a distraction.
He pushed open the doors, coughing gently as he did. It rattled his lungs slightly, but he cared little as he walked to the counter and simply muttered for some alcohol from the bartender. He waited patiently as it was poured, and when it was given he pushed over two golden coins. Perhaps the tender could find some use for them here. He stared into the glass, watching the orange liquid swirl. And for a moment, he reconsidered. What would they think? What would she think?
He grumbled and started to sip the beer. To hell with them, if they weren't around, and if she had better things to do, then to hell with them. The tiger took another sip, more or less a gulp. To hell with all of them. He wasn't their leader anymore, if they were all gone. He could do what he wanted. He had no reason to not show emotion, to not drink, to not curse or say anything out of line.
Before long he found that he had finished the drink. Almost seamlessly, he waved the tender over, dropped a couple of more gold coins, and waited for his drink to be re-poured.
The cold air bit at his nose, body feeling almost weightless aside from the metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles, the only things he would rather wear from his armor when the rest was in Kiara's house. As he moved, the scarring on his body stung with the cold, though as per usual, he showed no emotion as he lumbered across town. His destination, the tavern, had what he really wanted. A good ale and warmth. He needed a distraction.
He pushed open the doors, coughing gently as he did. It rattled his lungs slightly, but he cared little as he walked to the counter and simply muttered for some alcohol from the bartender. He waited patiently as it was poured, and when it was given he pushed over two golden coins. Perhaps the tender could find some use for them here. He stared into the glass, watching the orange liquid swirl. And for a moment, he reconsidered. What would they think? What would she think?
He grumbled and started to sip the beer. To hell with them, if they weren't around, and if she had better things to do, then to hell with them. The tiger took another sip, more or less a gulp. To hell with all of them. He wasn't their leader anymore, if they were all gone. He could do what he wanted. He had no reason to not show emotion, to not drink, to not curse or say anything out of line.
Before long he found that he had finished the drink. Almost seamlessly, he waved the tender over, dropped a couple of more gold coins, and waited for his drink to be re-poured.
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