<span style="font-size: 15px">"Streets like these? Not at all. It's full of humans sure, but they're too quiet to really give me nostalgia. A bit.. clean, too, think that's why Mathis came here again? They all probably got the coin to spend, eh??" Kevice strolled along at his own pace, around a covered fire in the plaza and down the main road. Every now and then there would be halflings or taller humanoids with a more elven appearance, eluding to at least a little diversity in the community, but this wasn't the mixed bag the circus was at all. Well, that was why they were here, wasn't it? "Home was more shabby, I guess that's the word to use... Always kids about from what I remember. Kids like me, you know?" He scoffed at that last one as it to make a joke about his own bad attitude. "Fighting, shouting, all that. Attention was nice, but I got too good for it! Now I can make money off of attracting attention to myself, enough to spend on little trips like this."<br/>
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Cheery, with a grin and a bit of self awareness to flavor his arrogance, he played the lot of it off as good fun and memories. But he figured the elf wasn't dumb, didn't have to ask Kevice if he enjoyed being in those alleys and if he ever made any enemies. Anyone who lived in a place like that would've had the same experience, at least he turned it into something worthwhile. As much as he complained about the rules and restrictions, it wasn't really the prison he made it out to be. Kevice could've been freed out into the woods and he still would've found it in his heart to give an angry shout about something off.<br/>
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He led Vasyli down one of the narrow, winding streets, there was what looked to be the mouth of an old cornerclub by the end of it, a few sat around outside. It was shadier than the open bars that bordered the plaza but nothing incredibly hostile. Now that he thought of it, his new guest would've probably preferred this one on the inside anyway, less crowded. The door was held open with a few stacked bricks and upon entering it's interior was already unconventional. Without any sort of theme, and a mismatch of furniture. Chatter was hushed, aside from a few loud jokes or laughs here and there, but it certainly was never a roar.<br/>
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"You like it? Comfy, eh? Or would you rather go back to your sheets with your wine?" He let out a low cackle, "I sort of wanted to push you upstairs where I can lay about and be lazy, buy an hour at the pipes, but I'll let you pace yourself if you'd rather take your time." Walking backwards while keeping his eyes on Vasyli for an answer, he bumped into the barside and leaned on the corner. "You can do what you want, don't need anyone babysitting you hm?" A short exchange with the owner at the far side of the counter, he sighed and forked over the coin for a spot upstairs, not especially bad since groups all shared within themselves regardless, but Kevice wouldn't hand over anything without treating it as half a personal loss.<br/>
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Whether Vasyli followed, he was eager to skip up those wooden steps up the dark stairwell to the upper floor after getting the OK. It opened up to a wide room without dining tables or counters or chairs, but smaller tables that sat low to the ground and carried on them tall brass wells and hollowed cords, with a lamp that set under. It varied town to town, but some supplied incense or more crazy narcotics, some just let customers bring their own, some attracted raunchier activity, but as of now it was pretty tame. Kevice let himself fall into the mess of old pillows around one of the tables closest to the door so he was at least easily found. Other than himself, a few patrons across the room, either alone staring off at nothing, or groups of two to four. Mostly couples, and apart from the loners, most were young. Aside from that, another set of stairs that led to an open roof, offering much needed ventilation for the fog of smoke that wafted out.<br/>
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Most of the time Kevice would opt for getting social with fair faced strangers, but he decided to be a little civil, at least while he had half a mind in him to.</span>