*Scorch looked to the sky as the tavern began to fill and noticed the dim light of the village. He huffed and walked into the bar and up to the tender sighing a bit of boredom and looked at his flat belly.*<br/>"Tender...gimme something hot...It's about time to light the street torches"<br/>*He looked around the the new faces and some others very familiar and smiled halfheartedly. He heard the glass 'click' the counter behind him and he grabbed the drink and quickly tossed it back and gulped on it. He set the glass down and left the bar and gingerly pried open the first lamp and blew a light flame into it*<br/>"One..and too many more to go.."<br/><br/>(Lots of responses in the short time I was gone...I guess this must be a nice setting to do an rp...Good Idea FrenchVorish)