Jan 05, 2008 22:42
Melou stomps in from the lake door and takes a seat at one of the nearest tables. He doesn't look overly happy to be here, but he resigns himself to it and orders a jug of water and a glass from a waitrat.
And then he gets down to the business of sharpening his knife, his sword resting in top of the table. It will likely be next.
melou