Dark Hours...
For dark mages; Raistlin Majere comes downstairs, amused at some thing.
Even before he reaches the bar, there is a cup of hot tea and a small bowl of salad. A murmured thanks and a few irons, and he settles in a booth by the Observation Window.
One can almost make out an hourglass constellation, beyond the dying stars.
He seems thoughtful; rarely does he seem approachable, but that should hardly stop the daring or the adventurous.
Even before he reaches the bar, there is a cup of hot tea and a small bowl of salad. A murmured thanks and a few irons, and he settles in a booth by the Observation Window.
One can almost make out an hourglass constellation, beyond the dying stars.
He seems thoughtful; rarely does he seem approachable, but that should hardly stop the daring or the adventurous.