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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi City
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Torvi [@Tae]
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As Torvi returned with more mead, and some interesting information, from the bar, Bowyn tilted his head in thought. He hadn’t expected people to rebel so quickly, but if assassination attempts were already going on in the open, in a crowded marketplace, that could make things easier for them. Of course, barroom gossip wasn’t exactly the most reliable source of information and knowing how dramatic elves could be it was just as likely that someone sneezed on the elf and they claimed it was biological warfare. [color=cyan]“Could be.”[/color] He answered back, keeping his own pessimistic thoughts to himself. It wasn’t like this was out of the realm of possibility and trying to crush whatever hope the human had would be unnecessarily cruel. He knew that Torvi would remain cautious, and trusted her enough to believe a bit of hope wouldn’t cause her to do anything foolish. Bowyn would not allow himself hope, he knew he would do a great many foolish thing if it were for Aeryn. He had failed to do what he knew he had to already and ensure that she was properly laid to rest.  Well, not just once, when he failed to ensure she was properly cremated, but a second time during the attack in the forest, and he would not allow himself another failure. Bowyn felt a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach that was not caused by the mead.

[color=cyan]“If it was rebels, we could go to the marketplace, I’m sure it’s all people would be talking about. Although it’d also be crawling with guards, but better to test those ears out in a marketplace than a fancy ball.”[/color] Bowyn continued in a hushed voice. He took a long drink of the amber liquid, not even bothering to frost the glass this time, that bit of whimsy had left him. He wished the mead would dull the sickening feeling but he knew it would not, it hadn’t for a long time and only stronger drugs could provide that ease. But those drugs messed with his wits far too much, and he couldn’t afford to be dulled by anything stronger than alcohol. For the time being he was going to have to learn to live with that feeling of guilt mixed with self-loathing. Swallowing the drink down he knew he had to try and seem less gloomy; he didn’t want to bring Torvi’s mood down with him. So, for the sake of being a better drinking buddy, he forced a cheeky grin. [color=cyan]“Shall we finish these drinks and go shopping?”[/color] He asked trying to return to a playful sarcasm. [color=cyan]”I’m sure they’ll have many shops there with fancy, overpriced, clothes. Hopefully ran by distracted and unobservant shopkeepers.”[/color] He continued on until Boreas nipped at his ear. 

[color=lightcyan]”And food?[/color] The merlin inquired.

[color=cyan]”And mice all over the streets.”[/color] He added looking to the bird on his shoulder.