Finare
After the brief stop at The Succ, he walked to The Silver Sluice to indulge in a few drinks and perhaps find himself another individual to pass the time with.
He started in the Gilded room, watching the tasty morsels dancing in the cages suspended from the ceiling.
But eventually he made his way into the Grove—the room that resembled a greenhouse and reminded him of Cevoria.
It was masochistic to sit within that earthy imitation, but longing for his Homerealm was as close to experiencing his Rend that he’d ever get, and feeling that pain was better than feeling nothing at all.
He knew it was time to go when the burn of the alcohol refused to fade, indicating he’d reached his limit. He made his way back to his car and headed back to Veldmoor. He was almost to his bedroom door when Voresta’s head appeared at the end of the hallway.
“Where’s Ivy?” he asked, a scowl etched onto his features.
“You mean she wasn’t with you?”