Post by Vesper on Sept 14, 2021 23:46:34 GMT
It was a chill setting in the local bar that night, due to business being dampened by the attack that had happened that day. The few who were there filled the air with faint sounds of conversation focused on the attack. Everyone had someone they talked to, except for Ves.
Ves sat alone on one of the barstools, his right hand's curled fingers covering his mouth. His left tapped away at the polished bar-top, its middle finger playing an anxious and repetitive thud. He was trying to sort everything he had learned throughout the day, creating a mental corkboard of thumbtacks and threads; as a matter of fact, the consideration of creating one back in his hotel room was one of the many things that could be plucked out from the pile that was on his mind.
So far, his time at the pub had been spent asking around about the name Astaroth. Aside from hearing the name at the attack, however, no one seemed to know its origin or implication. Thus, he sat at the bartop, tapping away anxiously. If anyone got close enough, they could see a bunch of questions written in small writing on his arm.
Ves sat alone on one of the barstools, his right hand's curled fingers covering his mouth. His left tapped away at the polished bar-top, its middle finger playing an anxious and repetitive thud. He was trying to sort everything he had learned throughout the day, creating a mental corkboard of thumbtacks and threads; as a matter of fact, the consideration of creating one back in his hotel room was one of the many things that could be plucked out from the pile that was on his mind.
So far, his time at the pub had been spent asking around about the name Astaroth. Aside from hearing the name at the attack, however, no one seemed to know its origin or implication. Thus, he sat at the bartop, tapping away anxiously. If anyone got close enough, they could see a bunch of questions written in small writing on his arm.
