Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-26103034-20160531174519

Azirath still sat in the booth; he'd only had a small meal and had finished it quickly. He was hunched over the table, mug in hand. Every now and then he would refill it with the bottle next to him, or when he finished that, would call for another one. It was bitter, not like the Ash Yam drinks the Andus Meadery served, and over-priced, but he wasn't tasting it - or noticing the decreasing weight in his coin purse. He was thinking and drinking, elbow resting on the polished table and eyes slightly glazed over as he stared at the table in front of him, a slight stain in the middle where some customer had spilt some stew.

He took another swig from the mug, head filled with confusion. His life had been devoted to the Foyada Tong. It had been dirty at times - never with guilt though. He still didn't feel emotion for those, dirtier, jobs he had done - except for a tiny part of him that hated that he didn't feel guilty. But while it had been dirty at times, it had been simple. Now the Foyada Tong had been given autonomy and for what? The chance to struggle under its own weight? To lose the trade it had had? But that didn't even matter now, because before he'd had a chance to decide on that the whole thing with the First Planting had broken out and now - now he was here, gone from the Foyada Tong and without a home, running after tiny clues of feathers and mysterious payments that led nowhere. Even if he survived, and even if the Tong still existed - after the assassination attempt and then the looting that had broken out - and even if they let him back in, he would never be able to let himself go back. Now, he realised, he had seen a different life, he couldn't be happy with the same.

A yell from a patron as she slipped from her seat brought him out of his slumber. His arm twitched; for a moment he planned to get up, to move, but as a waiter helped the patron up again, his arm relaxed again and he fell back into the slumber, too exhausted to move out of it.