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The Blessed Waters wasn't the place with the best of reputations, and it wasn't particularly filled with fond memories. Half a year ago Kell had nearly killed several people in the back alley. But in a kind of perverse magnetism, Kell felt drawn to it.
He had been what felt like a different person back then, and returning only threw that into stark relief.
The coat he was wearing had a hood, something threadbare and more fitting to the crowd of the Waters, and it helped him to blend in. Here, nobody looked too hard at anyone else. It was crowded with travelers from the docks, come to watch the Games, and the perfect place to disappear for a few hours.
After some thought, Kell ordered what Rhy had back then. Best to get drunker faster. The Black Sally tasted just as awful as he remembered, and immediately, Kell thought of Hakkyuu.
He'd have probably liked this swill.
Stupidly, he sipped -- then coughed and took a large swallow, the better to get it down faster, and plunked himself down in a seat nearer the corner of the bar. The more secluded areas were unfortunately taken.
A roar of noise went up as the doors opened to admit another crew of pirates, or sailors -- hard to tell the difference here. Automatically Kell dipped his head farther down. There weren't enough seats in the house for them, and there was bound to be trouble.
He had been what felt like a different person back then, and returning only threw that into stark relief.
The coat he was wearing had a hood, something threadbare and more fitting to the crowd of the Waters, and it helped him to blend in. Here, nobody looked too hard at anyone else. It was crowded with travelers from the docks, come to watch the Games, and the perfect place to disappear for a few hours.
After some thought, Kell ordered what Rhy had back then. Best to get drunker faster. The Black Sally tasted just as awful as he remembered, and immediately, Kell thought of Hakkyuu.
He'd have probably liked this swill.
Stupidly, he sipped -- then coughed and took a large swallow, the better to get it down faster, and plunked himself down in a seat nearer the corner of the bar. The more secluded areas were unfortunately taken.
A roar of noise went up as the doors opened to admit another crew of pirates, or sailors -- hard to tell the difference here. Automatically Kell dipped his head farther down. There weren't enough seats in the house for them, and there was bound to be trouble.