Wed Dec 05, 2012 12:53 am by Ornik Vilka
[quote="Darian Beviin":1hzfaky8][color=#40FF00:1hzfaky8][i:1hzfaky8]Had he knocked into someone? The dulled pain had already left him almost as quickly as he had felt it, and he blinked as he turned to glance up at the speaker. Anywhere else in the galaxy, coming up on Darian from behind would have urged the man to bring Keldabe right to the offender, sealed with a kiss. Fortunately, the other man was in Keldabe, and the need was not there. The Priest smiled grimly as the man asked his question, and Darian considered it.
Black armor, huh? Something they shared, perhaps? A desire for justice? Rarely in these times, though. His eyes flickered back toward the bar, his mess of leathers and furs falling over his shoulders, armorweave clearly visible to compliment besksr. The dark cloak was shell spider silk, and it gleamed faintly in the bar's lighting.
The Priest shook his head finally after a moment. [/i:1hzfaky8][/color:1hzfaky8]"I miss the days where drink could bring solace, at times," [color=#40FF00:1hzfaky8][i:1hzfaky8]he admitted, his eyes closing and reopening slowly as his lips thinned into a flat line.[/color:1hzfaky8][/i:1hzfaky8] "I no longer indulge, though."
[color=#40FF00:1hzfaky8][i:1hzfaky8]It did not occur to Darian that the man might notice his "warpaint," nor would he really have cared if he had. He placed a hand on the bar beside him, and he turned his gaze toward the wall. [/color:1hzfaky8][/i:1hzfaky8]"The time for words is not yet on us, ner vod. Sit and rest a moment, for there is much yet to come."[/quote:1hzfaky8]
An eyebrow raised under the helmet at the other man's words: 'much yet to come?' Something special, maybe? Of course, he was probably just referencing the coming war. That was certainly exciting enough, and it didn't matter if he meant more than that. Ornik would likely find out more in time, and that was enough for him. The warrior sat down at the bar and slowly set aside his helmet, tipping a finger for a drink. Stoic as ever, Ornik stared blankly at a point in front of him as he sipped away the alcohol.
After all, that was what one did in such places, no? You sat and you drank. You experienced 'camaraderie' with your brothers through strong spirits.
He set the glass down. Didn't have a taste for [i:1hzfaky8]tihaar[/i:1hzfaky8] right then. Blowing a long sigh he leaned forward and laid his chin in his palm, feeling his rifle shift against his back as he did. Everything he owned, he was wearing. Such was life for a wandering warrior.