
Uruvion sits at the counter, aware of the black robed man's approach. As the man sat next to him, he took one more sip from his glass and acted like he was stretching. He was arching his back and stretching his arms at his sides, subtly resting a hand idly on his wand as he relaxed his arms.
He didn't turn his head towards the man as he spoke, but kept looking forward. His eyes shifted slightly towards the robed man. After a long pause, he answered.
"Not at all" he said softly. He was mentally preparing himself for what might happen, hoping that this one didn't explode.
He didn't turn his head towards the man as he spoke, but kept looking forward. His eyes shifted slightly towards the robed man. After a long pause, he answered.
"Not at all" he said softly. He was mentally preparing himself for what might happen, hoping that this one didn't explode.