Fenrir sat in the back corner of a bar in the Fire Sector, leaning back in his chair, feet on the table, watching people as they came and went. This place was quite interesting, an opportunity if he ever saw one. He raised a finger and one of the kedan hurried over to refill his drink. He smiled that handsome, roguish smile in thanks and the woman blushed before hurrying away to clear a different table. Taking a rather long drink, he kept his eyes on the door, perhaps waiting for another foreigner to walk in, perhaps out of habit, but he kept all his senses open and unfocused, expanding his awareness as far as he could, unworried about being sensed in return.
Fenrir | OC (Swallowing the Sun)
Fenrir sat in the back corner of a bar in the Fire Sector, leaning back in his chair, feet on the table, watching people as they came and went. This place was quite interesting, an opportunity if he ever saw one. He raised a finger and one of the kedan hurried over to refill his drink. He smiled that handsome, roguish smile in thanks and the woman blushed before hurrying away to clear a different table. Taking a rather long drink, he kept his eyes on the door, perhaps waiting for another foreigner to walk in, perhaps out of habit, but he kept all his senses open and unfocused, expanding his awareness as far as he could, unworried about being sensed in return.