Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-29458028-20151120235607

It would be an understatement to say Sebastien Demoivre loved smoking ... because of the fact he absolutely adored it when he actually got started. He didn't do it too often, but like drink, once he started, he didn't really stop.

The young man scratched the stubble appearing on his chin, as he took another drag on his cigar - a large one, sitting on the edge of the rooftops, staring down at the proceedings below. Of course, Sebastien could very well fall off and die, but that didn't really faze him. He wasn't afraid of dying young anyway.

Sebastien knew people were replaceable. It wasn't an opinion, it was a fact. He was the middle child of five brothers, and his four siblings were definitely more successful than him. Of course, he was the least loved by his middle class parents. The binge drinking and smoking didn't really help with familial relationships either.

Sebastien at least took pride in the fact that otherwise, he lived a very clean life - he didn't visit brothels, ate healthily and in moderation, and stayed away from the gambling dens. Unless he was paid to do such. Any money he had was also well managed, and Sebastien always made sure to never overspend, even on necessities such as his premium cigars.

Sebastien sighed as the acrid taste of the cigar end started to interfere with the aroma. This just meant it was spent. Time to discard it. Sebastien smirked as he flicked the cigar from his hand, watching it spiral into the crowd below. Then he took a new one from his packet and lit it.

As for why a native of Brightwall would take the trouble to go to Samarkand ... he wasn't here for the festivities. Sebastien was tracing an unfaithful husband. Of course, he had wrapped up the unpleasant business with a small ... session with the man's beautiful mistress, and was paid the balance via mail by the man's horrible wife.

Of course, Sebastien could understand the husband's pain. Marrying a woman for status and money ... not a smart choice. He sure as heck wouldn't want a wife. Girlfriends maybe. Come to think of it, that silly angel from the skies ages ago, who came for the princess ... girly man who sickened him.

Sebastien was snapped out of his thoughts when his left hand sputtered and messed up again. He doused the cigar, flicking it behind him with a wistful gaze, as he slapped the mechanical implement till it worked. He would have to oil it, but not now.