John slowed his approach as he neared the entryway in the Wench. He was exhausted, worn out from being spread thin across the city with few other employees. It wasn't a complaint, just simple fact.Â
As he entered the Wench, he quickly surveyed the establishment. His eyes stopped on the fiery red mane of his employer, then quickly took in those seated with and near her. Once satisfied, he walked in their direction, his eyes still darting about to take in the rest of the patrons within the Wench.
He stood where once the highlander male had stood just moments before. His face showing little emotion, a perfect tool were he to be one of the patrons at the table playing cards. Though his eyes were constantly moving and watching others, they notably stopped on the runner quite often, his jaw muscles flexing from time to time as he stared at her.
As he entered the Wench, he quickly surveyed the establishment. His eyes stopped on the fiery red mane of his employer, then quickly took in those seated with and near her. Once satisfied, he walked in their direction, his eyes still darting about to take in the rest of the patrons within the Wench.
He stood where once the highlander male had stood just moments before. His face showing little emotion, a perfect tool were he to be one of the patrons at the table playing cards. Though his eyes were constantly moving and watching others, they notably stopped on the runner quite often, his jaw muscles flexing from time to time as he stared at her.
Raandal Bennett (Deceased)
