Post by Acanthus D'Aubigne on Aug 26, 2007 0:35:09 GMT -5
OOC: Open to any waiters, waitresses.
Joker's Bar
There he was, Acanthus D'Aubigne, one of the most dangerous wizards in Iberia. Relatively unknown but nevertheless dangerous. Extremely dangerous. And what was this madman doing? Sitting in a bar. Yes, sitting in a bar. A well known one at that. Why was an extremely dangerous wizard sitting in the corner of a dusty old bar in Drakborough? For one reason, and one reason only. He wanted a pint. Well, more than a pint, really. He wished to end up tripping down the street, abnormally drunk.
Of course, if he was not disguised as an elderly man, he would have tried to been captured long ago. A man just couldn't get a drink anymore without being accused of being a dark wizard. He'd not had a warm meal in months, and he was practically starving. His last warm meal had been served by a kind woman in a town in Germany. Germany! He was in Spain now, hundreds of miles away from Germany. He'd also lost weight, as well. Yes, he'd lost at least 15 pounds over the course of a few months.
This fatique was taking a great toll on him. He could barely walk, and his magic wasn't performing as well as it usually did. So here he was, in a dingy old bar by the name of "Joker's Bar", waiting for someone to come take his order. He would order a pint and maybe a cookie. Yes... a cookie sounded scrumptious. A cookie was what he wanted. He did not need to worry about payment, though. He'd accumulated in wealth over the years, recieving money from various sources.
So here he was, in a bar, waiting for someone to take his order.