like you always say,
"safe travels, don't die."
There where three places that Starling frequented in Lilla. One was his Blacksmith forge, the second was his home in the brothel, and the last was this amazing tavern. Though it was no surprise that he ran into a few brothel workes who gave him an odd look or two. Was he supposed to be out without Hessat? Many wondered about that but most left him alone. None really wanted to speak to the strain and that was all right by him. It meant he could have a little piece to himself. Th only thing he had to complain about was that he wished they would contain whoring to the house rather then out here. It might start giving the people wrong ideas.
With a heavy sigh, the smith took a seat by himself at a far table. It was there that he enjoyed a nice drink and merely people watching. There was enough drunks at the traven tonight to provide some pretty good entertainment. There was one fellow who couldn't walk, another that was losing a game of cards, and off to the side was another who couldn't decide if he wanted to laid or not by the two purples being overly flashy about it.
Oh, that was something he didn't want to see. Quickly he averted his gaze to something else. Anything else would be far more pleasing to the eyes then that giggling mess of a party. Ugh, maybe he should of just went home to bed instead of having a night to himself.
Stopping a bar maid, he asked for a refill while his eyes combed the area. Mm, not a single bard was out to tell a few stories, sad. But there did happen to be a new face off on the other end of the Tavern that Starling at not seen before and couldn't help but stare at him. Once he caught himself doing that, his eyes lowered to his drink as he felt a bit like a creepier.