<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, Igor, Lise<br/><hr/>Cyric thanked Cassandra for her congratulations though she still seemed disappointed with her drink or with the state of how things had played out in her life. He felt like he was being more of a bother than anything else, so he kept quiet. Spade often told him to do that if he wanted to. He did not always need to talk and fill the air the way the Innkeeper did. But he did smile when he was joined by two other patrons, and he was more than happy to take the bone that Igor offered him in exchange for a drink. In this corner of space-time, anything for payment was fine. Money did not hold the same weight it did here that it did in the mortal realms. Odd concepts, but not odd for a boy who had stepped out of a dream made flesh and bone.<br/><br/>He first poured a drink for Lise, as the two knew each other in passing but never talked much (again, that was his doing). The same that he had poured for Cassandra and her explanation of a happy memory seemed to fit the bill quite well. The golden wine was distilled for the purpose of spreading warmth and joy, but not everyone wanted that – he should have been more attentive. He looked to Igor next and poured him his glass of vodka from a bottle that looked like it could crack at any moment. But arcane brewing flowed through the clear liquid and nothing of the sort happened as the server poured it into its vessel. He took the bone in exchange and it disappeared under the counter before he went back to sip from his personal beverage in silence.<br/>