Darth Ferus
Wanderer
Krest moves his way into the bar, hands behind his head. He made no move to hide who he was, but he was wearing a much more piratical outfit. Merc by the look of it. He moved right up to @[member="Rianna Rha"]. By his breath he was obviously drunk, and the slur in his voice didn't help much either.
"Siqa, that you? I wersh wonderin where you went off to.." He plops his form onto the table, staring at the girl. From his eyes and his eyes alone there was a sharpness. A lack of a drunken haze. He was for all intents and purposes not actually drunk, but only a good look in his eyes would show that.
@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
"Siqa, that you? I wersh wonderin where you went off to.." He plops his form onto the table, staring at the girl. From his eyes and his eyes alone there was a sharpness. A lack of a drunken haze. He was for all intents and purposes not actually drunk, but only a good look in his eyes would show that.
@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]