(OOC: In Milliways a few days ago, the
Wearing All White League met for some music and malice between one White Rider and one Bright Shiner. Blodwen Rowlands doesn't like Yrael, for some odd reason. Strange, that.)
*Tonight, there is an Yrael in the bar, proving once again that one can be a rather powerful albino with bright green, slit-pupiled eyes, and not be a Squaresoft villian with a fixation on his mother.*
*Yrael has a white fountain pen and a pad of paper in his lap as he sits sideways in one of the high-backed chairs before the fire. His tea is on the sidetable behind him, forgotten for the moment. Music is being set down onto the pages in Yrael's spidery writing.*