Kohdeki sat, sulky and quiet, at a corner table in the Blue Boggan. The lights had been dimmed specifically in that area, as requested, and bribed. A mug of ale sat in front of him, and another sat at the end of the table opposite of him, an empty chair beyond it. Losing friends was always hard for the young Kohdeki. They were his only family. Even though he knew Cersei was alive, and as well as she could be, she was dead to everyone else. He had other friends like that. Brother and sister criminals that had to feign death for the sake of life. Imprisoned father figures. Missing sons and daughters.<br/><br/>He hated it so much. There was only so much a barrel of ale and a night of wild sex could do for him, and it didn't heal every wound he bore in his heart. It had turned into adamantine; cold, hard, and black. It made him merciless to those whom hadn't earned his favor or trust. And those that betrayed him... He had his daggers readied for them.<br/><br/>Kohdeki ran a hand over his face and through his hair. He didn't want to hear a word from another living (or otherwise) being for the next few hours, unless it was Cersei making a heartfelt apology and taking a sip of the ale he had waiting for her.