|before I embark upon my quest...|
They say that time has the power to change all things, and that nothing remains the same forever. A few centuries ago, Alexander might have begged to differ. And why would he not? He knew for a fact that he was immortal, and that he would never succumb to death unless someone managed to send him to the reaper forcibly. Years ago almost beyond counting he had been of the opinion that his agelessness meant that he would be essentially the same person in the future as he had been when he had first accepted Arthur's hand and become a Silver Clansman. Though centuries ago he had acknowledged his own folly and the nature of his mistake, he was still amused sometimes at precisely how much he had changed over the many years that had passed since his agelessness began.
For instance, the noble Alexander Mandulis would have behaved somewhat squeamishly at the prospect of venturing into an establishment such as the Saint's Pleasure. Of course, that's not to say that he would not have done so at all, but it was no doubt that he was much more relaxed and open about the idea after having a few good years to change a few aspects about his persona. After all, how could a man who killed claim the moral highground in the face of establishments such as the Saint's Pleasure? But that had been long ago when he had first accepted that fact, as he demonstrated by strolling casually into the place with the stride of a man who knew precisely where he was and what he desired.
A few curious heads turned towards the newest addition to the patrons of the Saint's Pleasure, though not all did as their drinks and 'companions' kept their attentions securely away from the door. Didn't want them to remember the fact that there was an outside world, as likely as not and it was just as likely that the patrons did not want themselves to recall this fact. Those heads that did turn about were greeted by the sight of a man in dark leathers with a sword hanging from his waist secured in its binds, and a few throwing knives equally bound on opposite side. As it was not overly strange to see a man armed in Lilla, that should have been the end of it, though something kept the attention of some of the patrons for an extra few seconds.
That something was the man's somewhat exotic appearance. It was not often that the people of Raduga experienced a man whose dark skin clashed with his silver-white hair and grey eyes which were almost the color of smoke in the dim lighting of the Saint's Pleasure. This was nothing new to the man however, and so he simply walked in the striding motion of his towards the nearest source of alcohol that he could find after looking around for a moment. The black blade called Dusk he set aside nearby for a moment, knowing full well that it was just as much a sign of his identity as it was a means of keeping danger away in this most dangerous of the five cities. After all, who would want to cross someone whose name was known and commonly associated with being one of the more skilled bounty hunters in Raduga? Taking a glance down the bar, Alexander pointed at a random person's drink and said simply: "Hallo. I'll have what he's having." Without even asking for what the concoction in the cup was. Nor did he particularly care, as long as it could fulfill its function: to get the Black Blade slightly intoxicated on this fine evening.
Come, let's make fun happen
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