Something about Actions and Words [Cristina Varisat]

[Clemens Kos]

Kos reached down to the mug one last time. As the question was set, he took a big swing, and finishing the little that remained in the container, and then setting it down on the table without much more of a thought. The fruty taste somewhat masked the alchoholic burning in his throat, and for the lack of a better term, he decided he wont be taking any more this evening. It was expensive, anyways, and he needed to start saving up. Once he placed the mug back down, he turned to look at the woman once again. Even Nibbles perked it's tail up, while looking at the newcomer at 'their' table. Then again, asking why he came to Syliras brought back memories. It probably wasn't her intention, nor would she be able to actually know what happened to him, but still this seemingly innocent question made him think for a bit longer than he should. He returned the question with a simple nod, taking in some of the alchohol and smoke tainted air in the tavern, as he answered. "I was...Away, for a long time. Wanted to return to the place I grew up." Kos carefully selected the words he was going to share, not really wanting to spill anything darker that might ruin the little mood there still was in the tavern. His plated hand was brought up, petting the little rodent on the table that slowly turned around to finish another chunk of bread before Kos would decide he was hungry as well. "Even though I don't usually like to make myself known, like I just did. So maybe you saw me before, but just didn't pay much attention to." Even though that was somewhat of a difficult thing to do, seeing he was a tall masked creeper with a weapon bigger than most women.