A Repliunion.
Who: Fon Master Ion & Luke fon Fabre
Where: Blessenwood Inn; Parlor
When: Afternoon; 2PM
Why: Luke meets up with someone from Auldrant, it turns out to be someone he knows! (And vice versa.)
Open/Closed: Closed
Warnings: Possible manry tears. |D
[Luke had tried to shake off his lethargy and was practically sprinting as he hurried towards the inn. He'd been both surprised and excited to find out there were other people from Auldrant in a place this small. That whoever-it-was was willing to give him information and sit down for a talk was even better! They'd seemed nice enough from what Luke could tell - maybe he'd make a friend. Maybe he'd met them already. As much as Luke wanted it to be true, he knew better than to get his hopes up, because really, he was lucky to even be alive.]
[The redhead slid to a stop as he reached the inn door, took a breath to calm himself, and headed inside, crossing the threshold into the sitting area. Luke looked around the room, his stomach doing flip-flops. Was he late? Was he early? Had he screwed up again?]
((OOC: Quote by: Arthur Schopenhauer))
Where: Blessenwood Inn; Parlor
When: Afternoon; 2PM
Why: Luke meets up with someone from Auldrant, it turns out to be someone he knows! (And vice versa.)
Open/Closed: Closed
Warnings: Possible manry tears. |D
[Luke had tried to shake off his lethargy and was practically sprinting as he hurried towards the inn. He'd been both surprised and excited to find out there were other people from Auldrant in a place this small. That whoever-it-was was willing to give him information and sit down for a talk was even better! They'd seemed nice enough from what Luke could tell - maybe he'd make a friend. Maybe he'd met them already. As much as Luke wanted it to be true, he knew better than to get his hopes up, because really, he was lucky to even be alive.]
[The redhead slid to a stop as he reached the inn door, took a breath to calm himself, and headed inside, crossing the threshold into the sitting area. Luke looked around the room, his stomach doing flip-flops. Was he late? Was he early? Had he screwed up again?]
((OOC: Quote by: Arthur Schopenhauer))