Ahh, The dank smells of musty and stale mead. Another tavern filled with people. Music filled the room, along with several drunks singing along with the music. This was just the sort of place that attracted the worst kinds of people. In the back of the room, a young looking man sat with his chair on two legs, his feet crossed on the table top. On the table, a bottle of red Ale sat half full, a cup with little to no liquid left. The mans Pupiless blue eyes moved to the cup, seeing this terrible tragedy for himself."Oh...This will not do..." He said softly, pushing himself forward, Grabbing the bottle and pouring some more into his cup, placing the bottle back on the table. He then grabbed the glass and took a small drink, smiling softly."Much better..." He said softly, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.<br/><br/>He had been sitting in this tavern since morning, seeing how he had nothing better to do. It had been a long time since he was able to drink his red horizon in peace. Over the years, his immunity had reached a limit that rivaled professional dwarven drinkers. He was saddened by the fact that he had to drink so much of a powerful thing, just to feel the small bit of tipsy that he enjoyed. Though with him being freshly revived, and with no one wishing for his services, What was an angel supposed to do...Read? Yeah right. He took another sip of his drink, holding the cup in his hand as he listened to the hustle and bustle of the crowd.<br/><br/>He slowly pushed some pure white hair out of his eyes, sighing out of boredom. He was wearing his usual Black trench coat, Black pants and boots, and a black tank top. His sword laid against the wall next to him, just in arms reach incase some ballsy thief wanted to try something. It was funny that no matter how menacing he seemed to be, everyone wanted a piece of him. His left arm was bandaged from a brawl the other day. Why were people so interested in taking his stuff. It's not like it was worth anything. He simply chalked it up to desperation and left it at that. They did keep him on his toes though, His eyes ever watchful as the tavern continued its festivities. He quietly awaited something worth his attention, taking another sip of his drink and watching over the patrons.