Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150428005035/@comment-5543592-20150501002159

Dacian's eyes drifted down to her's. There was no warmth in them. No feeling. If anything, they were indifferent. They had a stoic, hard quality to them. They betrayed no emotion- if there was any emotion to betray.

"You're making a mess." He pointed out. The barkeep returned with his drink which he set out in front of Dacian, uncorked. Dacian brought the bottle to his lips and routinely sipped it.