[Little by little, Andersen is beginning to come out of his shell. It's taken him a while to feel comfortable walking the streets of Aefenglom by himself, for him not to jump at shadows. He makes a wide berth around the Black Market, nowadays, and sticks to places that are visible and heavily populated. Eventually, he gains enough guts to go back to one of his favorite taverns.
The keep recognizes him on sight and, despite his young appearance, allows him in with a warm welcome. It doesn't take long for Andersen to gorge himself on the menu -- he quickly builds up a pile of seven empty mugs in front of him -- and has remained unusually quiet throughout his stay. He just wants to drink and forget for a little while.
Andersen raises a hand to flag down the bartender.]
action | end of feb, beginning of mar | cw: alcoholism
The keep recognizes him on sight and, despite his young appearance, allows him in with a warm welcome. It doesn't take long for Andersen to gorge himself on the menu -- he quickly builds up a pile of seven empty mugs in front of him -- and has remained unusually quiet throughout his stay. He just wants to drink and forget for a little while.
Andersen raises a hand to flag down the bartender.]
Hey... bring another mug over...
[He's slurring his words, good god.]