How far the mighty hath fallen. (open)

[Sebastian Vael]

The night was as cold as all the others and yet Sebastian refused to add wood to the fire of his master bedroom. He could see his very breath as he breathed and glared at the poster in his room.

I need to get out

He slipped on his furs and armour and left without even bothering to lock the door. Who was going to steal from a house that had nothing worth stealing?

His footfalls stopped outside The Blooming Rose for a moment while he considered going in.

You're not quite there yet, man.

He told himself and headed into to Lowtown where there was a shoddy little place that would take anyone.

And if he saw anyone he knew? Who the hell cared?

He pushed open the door of The Hanged Man, ordered a large bottle of Starkhaven whiskey and took it to the darkest corner he could find. As he poured himself a glass he considered it for a moment.

He hadn't had anything like this in years. Did he really want to ruin himself again?

Fuck it, he was already a condemned man for all kinds of reasons. He might as well have some enjoyment at the same time. He knocked the glass back in one gulp and let out a cough.

The amber liquid burned his throat but it also warmed his whole body. A warmth he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Maker forgive me" He muttered as he poured a second and knocked that back too.

[Ricros Sapphiredge]

Ricros walked into his usual haunt of Kirkwall. The Hanged Man provided comfort and good ale for the dwarf. Especially when he had come back from escorting a caravan to Starkhaven and back. The road hadn't been too dangerous, but it provided the dwarf with a chance to use Veata on more than enough skulls. Ordering a drink, the dwarf looked around for somewhere to sit and noticed a single man sitting in a dark corner. Shrugging to himself, the warrior walked over and sat down across from the human.

"I take it you also need a drink to relax," the dwarf smiled, noticing the bottle. "Or five."

This human didn't seem like the type to try to start a fight, but people changed when they drank. Hopefully, the two could talk over their respective drinks. The dwarf wanted to enjoy a drink with a friend. Since those were busy with other things at the moment, Ricros would have to talk with the human that was seated across from him.

"Name's Ricros Sapphiredge, by the way," the dwarf introduced himself. It was going to be a quiet night if he didn't at least offer friendship.