Post by Elliot Moore on Oct 17, 2022 11:31:01 GMT -5
[For @dresden]
The muffled sound of voices and the clicking of glasses and cutlery could be heard from outside the big hall of Mordhor, accompanied by soft music coming from the piano near the bar. Elliot was still inside the big hall, making his way through it, stopping from time to time when men spoke to him or asked him to have a drink with them. He politely told them he'd return later again, but that he had business to attend to now. The older man winked at Lloyd, the bartender, before he opened the doors leading towards the hallway. Elliot cleared his throat and made sure his slicked back hair was still looking great. Then he walked towards the entry.
It had been a couple of days since he had talked to Dresden at his estate. At first the conversation had been about Ikisina but the legionnaire had also mentioned the fighting that happened down in the basement of the club. There was no denying the truth as Ikisina had told him about it. They had come to an agreement, although the details weren't exactly figured out just yet. That's why Elliot had invited Dresden to swing by the club after his shift so he could give the young man a tour of the club, and most importantly the basement.
Mordha was crowded, but Elliot knew he'd still be able to show the basement without drawing too much attention to himself. The stairs leading to the cellar were behing the kitchen, and guests weren't allowed in the kitchen. No one would bat an eye if a commoner was walking besides Elliot. People had learned to mind their own business when it came to who Elliot talked to. It was easier not to wonder what he was up to.
As he stood outside of the club waiting for Dresden, he breathed in the evening air. The light cast long shadows across the street and now the sun was setting, the temperature started to drop. Elliot would be glad when the blonde man would show up, so they could head back inside again.
The muffled sound of voices and the clicking of glasses and cutlery could be heard from outside the big hall of Mordhor, accompanied by soft music coming from the piano near the bar. Elliot was still inside the big hall, making his way through it, stopping from time to time when men spoke to him or asked him to have a drink with them. He politely told them he'd return later again, but that he had business to attend to now. The older man winked at Lloyd, the bartender, before he opened the doors leading towards the hallway. Elliot cleared his throat and made sure his slicked back hair was still looking great. Then he walked towards the entry.
It had been a couple of days since he had talked to Dresden at his estate. At first the conversation had been about Ikisina but the legionnaire had also mentioned the fighting that happened down in the basement of the club. There was no denying the truth as Ikisina had told him about it. They had come to an agreement, although the details weren't exactly figured out just yet. That's why Elliot had invited Dresden to swing by the club after his shift so he could give the young man a tour of the club, and most importantly the basement.
Mordha was crowded, but Elliot knew he'd still be able to show the basement without drawing too much attention to himself. The stairs leading to the cellar were behing the kitchen, and guests weren't allowed in the kitchen. No one would bat an eye if a commoner was walking besides Elliot. People had learned to mind their own business when it came to who Elliot talked to. It was easier not to wonder what he was up to.
As he stood outside of the club waiting for Dresden, he breathed in the evening air. The light cast long shadows across the street and now the sun was setting, the temperature started to drop. Elliot would be glad when the blonde man would show up, so they could head back inside again.