[ what word, hm? Dokja? do you have an issue with a word? could it be that "F" (affectionate) word, bud? HUH?
but Abel's taking a corner and passing through an alleyway; they're heading toward the entertainment district of the city if Dokja's keeping track. ]
Oh, no. It would take far too long-- I have one of those, um. [ he gestures broadly with his hands, ] those gate-things? Portals? Set up to take us there! It's not much further so please don't complain your feet hurt or something. Even I'm not that pitiful.
[ ok he absolutely is but now he won't because he just said that.
but true to his word, another five minutes or so later, they're approaching a sub-ground tavern; the whole thing is extremely suspect?? shady-looking... the stairs descend off the street and lead below to what looks like some kind of cellar; a dim, seedy bar sits in a refurbished basement. it looks like the kind of place you get dragged for the mafia to break your legs when you don't pay back your dues.
there are a few men seated here and there playing cards, the smoky wisp of local spice - the sort a man enjoys from a pipe - making the air a bit cloying for the heady scent. a woman looks up from the far wall, sees the pair of them, and promptly rolls her eyes before disappearing beyond the beaded curtain to the back.
and Abel claps Dokja's shoulder again, smiling broadly. ]
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but Abel's taking a corner and passing through an alleyway; they're heading toward the entertainment district of the city if Dokja's keeping track. ]
Oh, no. It would take far too long-- I have one of those, um. [ he gestures broadly with his hands, ] those gate-things? Portals? Set up to take us there! It's not much further so please don't complain your feet hurt or something. Even I'm not that pitiful.
[ ok he absolutely is but now he won't because he just said that.
but true to his word, another five minutes or so later, they're approaching a sub-ground tavern; the whole thing is extremely suspect?? shady-looking... the stairs descend off the street and lead below to what looks like some kind of cellar; a dim, seedy bar sits in a refurbished basement. it looks like the kind of place you get dragged for the mafia to break your legs when you don't pay back your dues.
there are a few men seated here and there playing cards, the smoky wisp of local spice - the sort a man enjoys from a pipe - making the air a bit cloying for the heady scent. a woman looks up from the far wall, sees the pair of them, and promptly rolls her eyes before disappearing beyond the beaded curtain to the back.
and Abel claps Dokja's shoulder again, smiling broadly. ]
This way~!
[ is he having fun yet, ]