Richard St. Vier // Swordspoint // That Bar Place
Another day, another job. That's how these things go.
All things considered, Richard has had a good week. An exhausting week to be certain, but all's well that ends well. He would have liked to stay in bed all week with Alec after all that, but someone had to go get them food and he could hardly trust Alec to go out without getting caught up in a dice game Richard would no doubt have to save him from when Alec inevitably made things go sour with his wit.
He's got a bit of a limp and is worse for the wear when he stumbles in, clothing the usual dirty and tattered smelling of things best not mentioned (if one world could sum up that smell it would simply be Riverside). His sword is strapped to his belt as ever, and he's got a few days of growth to the perpetual stubble of usual. Richard gives a sigh of relief when he looks around. Of all places, he doesn't have to be so on guard here. And he can trust the quality of the food.
[Open til forever and beyond if needed.]
All things considered, Richard has had a good week. An exhausting week to be certain, but all's well that ends well. He would have liked to stay in bed all week with Alec after all that, but someone had to go get them food and he could hardly trust Alec to go out without getting caught up in a dice game Richard would no doubt have to save him from when Alec inevitably made things go sour with his wit.
He's got a bit of a limp and is worse for the wear when he stumbles in, clothing the usual dirty and tattered smelling of things best not mentioned (if one world could sum up that smell it would simply be Riverside). His sword is strapped to his belt as ever, and he's got a few days of growth to the perpetual stubble of usual. Richard gives a sigh of relief when he looks around. Of all places, he doesn't have to be so on guard here. And he can trust the quality of the food.
[Open til forever and beyond if needed.]