<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/30/36/71/303671a20140d5f8adce77bd11c2fefa.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong>Cyric (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15963082#msg15963082)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the bar<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Serving<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White tee shirt with gray clouds pattern, jeans, white sneakers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cassandra<br/><hr/>It was almost as if he appeared out of a corner of the Inn itself, but no, Cyric simply teleported himself behind the bar from his bedroom. His tee shirt was wrinkled, and his golden blond hair ruffled, as if he had just rolled out of bed which he probably did considering his sleepy expression and constant yawning. He could sense that the Inn was lively and that his boss Spade was… preoccupied. The gentleman never turned down an opportunity for company, and the boy could relate with him there. He gazed around the Inn with his dreamy expression, idly cleaning glasses just to give himself something to do. He snuck a shot of some starry liquor in between his small chore as a way to wake himself up in case Spade stayed busy and the bar picked up again. That was one of the perks of working at an Inn in between time and space somewhere; you could drink to your heart’s content because time worked differently here, and nothing was too off-limits as long as it didn’t offend anyone. Luckily, there had not been an incident in a very long time. Spade’s wrath was not something for the weak hearted to experience. He hummed a tune to himself as he waited around in case anyone needed anything from him, always eager to help. "Anything else for you?" he asked the woman who had been sitting at the bar for some time.<br/>