FlutterOfCrows
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"Just your everyday tea-lover. Well?"
Vaulting over the countertop, Ellania settles down at the empty position where the bartender would usually be, still holding her cup. She hadn't spilled a drop despite it being rather full.
"It's a right mess out there, isn't it? So what brings you to this place when most people are fighting or hiding?"
". . . . ." Dust looking at her face closely for a moment, as his normally unassuming eyes from within his dark hood, shine with a dark blue hue, before returning to their normal shade of color. As Dust leans on his chair, apparently in thought. "I don't have the adequate skills necessary to handle most of what this disaster offers. and what I do have will simply leave me in deeper dung when all this is over." Now speaking in a soft, whisper-like voice, reminiscent of a timid person.