
Y'lyfriel shifted uncomfortably in her seat, one ear perked towards the sound of the approaching storm.
"Apparently," she said. "Anyroad, I'd not meant to go anywhere. Sittin' tight until the sun is on its way up again, and I can see my feet out front of me on the road."
Her fingers toyed against each other anxiously on the table, and she eyed the bar again. "Do you often play here?" she asked, clearly desperate to get her mind off the storm.
"Apparently," she said. "Anyroad, I'd not meant to go anywhere. Sittin' tight until the sun is on its way up again, and I can see my feet out front of me on the road."
Her fingers toyed against each other anxiously on the table, and she eyed the bar again. "Do you often play here?" she asked, clearly desperate to get her mind off the storm.