Zonarch
Lord of the Void
The room was unsettling, dark and quiet. There should be more people here. Zonarch waved his hand for another refill on his drink.
"Rather quiet tonight," the bartender said, filling the mug with the amber liquid. "Guess you're not much on talkin."
Zonarch continued to sit in silence. Rain tapped the roof of the old tavern. Tbe night was getting cold. Zonarch tightened the grey cloak around himself.
"Rather quiet tonight," the bartender said, filling the mug with the amber liquid. "Guess you're not much on talkin."
Zonarch continued to sit in silence. Rain tapped the roof of the old tavern. Tbe night was getting cold. Zonarch tightened the grey cloak around himself.