Post by Kalum Wulfgang on Sept 14, 2015 5:14:52 GMT
Open to Faolan Skye, Edelweiss Fjäril, Andronikos
With summer drawing to an end fall was slowly beginning to sweep through the lands. Leaves of trees were becoming various colors of yellow, brown, red, and orange as they vacated branches to decorate the ground below. A slight breeze was in the air providing the overcast sky a slight chill making the temperature not cold but cool enough for several to flock into the Theatre District's various cafe shops for a cup of cocoa or the like.
Kalum stood at the entrance of the district and glanced down at the paper held in his hand that would give him his orders. To his side stood Andronikos who would oversee the operations though the raven haired man was unsure if it was because he actually had to or for another reason entirely. Their relationship was an odd one, he reflected, one full of tension and uneasiness that occasionally disappeared though ideas of a budding friendship were not something he would consider given the man's distaste for the Huntsman. Perhaps he was spying on him to be sure he did his job? He had seemed rather suspicious when the hunter had volunteered for the role.
Behind the two stood another two soldiers with faces that were generic and so Kalum never put names to them, but regardless, he turned to look back at them and gestured them forward. "We're looking for a cafe by the name of," he paused to eye the paper again then sighed. Some of the names people came up with... "Expresso Yourself." He had been there before. Although they served a variety of drinks, he had always been a favorite of the many pastries which they served, namely their doughnuts.
With summer drawing to an end fall was slowly beginning to sweep through the lands. Leaves of trees were becoming various colors of yellow, brown, red, and orange as they vacated branches to decorate the ground below. A slight breeze was in the air providing the overcast sky a slight chill making the temperature not cold but cool enough for several to flock into the Theatre District's various cafe shops for a cup of cocoa or the like.
Kalum stood at the entrance of the district and glanced down at the paper held in his hand that would give him his orders. To his side stood Andronikos who would oversee the operations though the raven haired man was unsure if it was because he actually had to or for another reason entirely. Their relationship was an odd one, he reflected, one full of tension and uneasiness that occasionally disappeared though ideas of a budding friendship were not something he would consider given the man's distaste for the Huntsman. Perhaps he was spying on him to be sure he did his job? He had seemed rather suspicious when the hunter had volunteered for the role.
Behind the two stood another two soldiers with faces that were generic and so Kalum never put names to them, but regardless, he turned to look back at them and gestured them forward. "We're looking for a cafe by the name of," he paused to eye the paper again then sighed. Some of the names people came up with... "Expresso Yourself." He had been there before. Although they served a variety of drinks, he had always been a favorite of the many pastries which they served, namely their doughnuts.