Re: It's Pretty Dirty Business
As he approached Tom's Tubs, Sikhandyn could hear the horrible song - nah, noises - coming from inside the flophouse. Tom, it seemed, was at it again... After facing the bitter cold and the biting wind, the wizard would still have to put up with that final insult to his ears and to music itself.
With a disgusted grunt, the young man entered the crowded room. In an effort to ignore Tom's attempts at singing, he chose instead to focus on the pleasant, sudden feeling of warmth in his body... Sikhandyn's eyes quickly located his friends - sitting quietly in their usual corner, readying their weapons as if preparing to go hunting. The wizard had offered to meet at Simon's house - more spacious, more discreet, less noisy: in a word, more convenient - but for some obscure reason, his mates had grown dependent on Tom and his establishment.
"Good evening, am I late?" Sikhandyn said in a jovial tone as he approached the group. Without waiting for an answer, the young man immediately sat down at the table.
"So..." he continued in a lower voice. "What are we drinking tonight, and what is the opportunity?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Harry.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:17, Thu 04 June 2009.