[attr="class","humour"]Sometimes it was nice to get away. Today was one such day. Gryffin donned his usual glamour, a simple charm that any witch could see through if they tried, so his looks wouldn’t get any unwanted attention and he headed out to to his favorite place in the city; Sundial Tower. He found comfort in the ancient architecture. A symbol to all that hope is not lost. Which is useful for those who often felt hopeless.

The witch fled to the highest point in the huge tower, knowing most found the height unnerving, to be alone. Here he could admire the city and keep to himself, well himself and his familiar. The tranquility atop the tower lasted only a few precious moments before a shout startled him. Did someone fall over? It was a rare occurrence, but it still happened, Gryffin rushed to the source of the sound.

As he rounded the corner, he saw puffs of smoke dissipate into the air and the smell of nicotine lingered. Which immediately made his hand fall to the pack of cigarettes in his leather jacket. The subconscious act surprised him but who was he to deny himself the simple pleasure. Pulling one of the cancer sticks out he brought it to his mouth and lit it with some matches he had on hand. Ah yes, his greaser look was 100% complete with the smoking cig, black leather jacket, white tank top, dark blue jeans, and black boots.

A long drag of the white stick gave him enough courage to go and see who had been smoking as well. Cigarette in mouth, he was surprised to hear the stranger speak French. He rarely ever met a fellow speaker of the language of love and was all too excited to meet such a person. “Bonjour!” He greeted, taking the moment to ash the cigarette.