Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150518062512/@comment-5543592-20150521212101

Scire fussed stretched his neck this way and that, trying to calm his nerves.

"Wine." Scire drawled, but that was that. His pupilless eyes appeared to focus on the barkeep for a moment, and did, before their focus changed. It wasn't apperant however, as he hadn't turned his head. He rested one arm on the counter and felt his stomach with the other, where Strasgard had landed the blow. It ached to the touch, and Scire was sure the surface would bruise.