He’d come to the Jackrabbit for some information rather than drink, tonight, having just fed last night. He’d had some useful chat with the person he’d come to see, and then with another person who had heard a few things about some of the artifacts still floating around... and then, as that fellow got up to go, Ishmael scanned the place and caught sight of someone else he knew.
As they said, the night was still young. So Ishmael stole up to him, interested to see what Kieran was so absorbed in. He snuck a glance at the parchment, but it turned out not to be an article but a sketch of the bar. Ah, artists. (What was he doing here alone, wallowing?)
Oh, was all Kieran had to say. “Evening, wolf boy,” Ishmael said slyly in Kieran’s ear, moving back a pace to prop himself beside him and grinning in a much less discreet greeting. “How’re things?”
As they said, the night was still young. So Ishmael stole up to him, interested to see what Kieran was so absorbed in. He snuck a glance at the parchment, but it turned out not to be an article but a sketch of the bar. Ah, artists. (What was he doing here alone, wallowing?)
Oh, was all Kieran had to say. “Evening, wolf boy,” Ishmael said slyly in Kieran’s ear, moving back a pace to prop himself beside him and grinning in a much less discreet greeting. “How’re things?”
