Aegon peered out over the rail of the tavern at the city below. It was a town to be more accurate. The architecture was immense but what few buildings stood had all a person could need. The bottle of bourbon in his hands was his only company at present. The years beneath the Artifact took a cruel toll on him, a tax almost higher than he could pay some days. He peered over his shoulder at the patrons for any familiar faces.
This was the hour people came from their respective towns to decompress. Most times they continued to toil over business even though they came to get away from it all. He could not blame them. Loka had a peculiar way of compelling its denizens to slave away at their ambitions. He was a victim of the same vicious compulsion.
The bourbon gave that burn he loved so much as he drank from the bottle again. Would the bottle be his only companion? The thought was so depressing it was nearly grotesque. Instead of such a thought he focused on all the people there, whether he knew them or not. His pride gave him strength if even only the bottle would keep him company. Pride for these people, whether they loved or hated him. Pride for the fact that alongside all of his allies, he was able to hold the seat in their name as Capital.
He leaned back on the rail and took another quick drink, resting his sword hand on the hilt of Blackfyre. He still couldn't help but wonder where this night would take him...because nothing in Loka was so simple as a late night drink.
This was the hour people came from their respective towns to decompress. Most times they continued to toil over business even though they came to get away from it all. He could not blame them. Loka had a peculiar way of compelling its denizens to slave away at their ambitions. He was a victim of the same vicious compulsion.
The bourbon gave that burn he loved so much as he drank from the bottle again. Would the bottle be his only companion? The thought was so depressing it was nearly grotesque. Instead of such a thought he focused on all the people there, whether he knew them or not. His pride gave him strength if even only the bottle would keep him company. Pride for these people, whether they loved or hated him. Pride for the fact that alongside all of his allies, he was able to hold the seat in their name as Capital.
He leaned back on the rail and took another quick drink, resting his sword hand on the hilt of Blackfyre. He still couldn't help but wonder where this night would take him...because nothing in Loka was so simple as a late night drink.