[attr="class","salvatore"]It had only been a month since he started his career as a Silvertongue fledging, and it had been the most stressful month he had ever experienced, and this was coming from an individual who spent his childhood being drilled and lectured that becoming a pristine witch was the only purpose of a Godfrey, and then spent the last five years living and surviving in the harsh environment of the slums, where the ideal of kill or be killed was how each person lived every passing day. So many things were happening all at once, and they simply stacked upon each other on top of his shoulders, aiming to crush him under their weight. First, Loriana had returned from the past, and from Great Britain. She had been a girl that Cain had bullied when they were kids, and she returned the favor back to him manifold now that they were adults. Then, his younger sister returned, reminding him that his family still existed, and his links with them had never been truly cut off.

Let's not forget to mention those stressful three cats owned by Mrs Katelaidee that he had to take care of for a day with Loraina, and that annoying little brat of a self-proclaimed princess who had dragged Cain selfishly across the shopping district to feed her splurging urges. He was, to say the very least, exhausted.

And as much as he wanted a break, he knew that he couldn't afford it. He was slowly making his way out of the slums, and he wouldn't be able to make progress in that regard if he stopped taking in whatever missions he could get for the sake of money. It was pathetic, and cheap, but it was better than going back to living in the actual streets, instead of having his own apartment. Soon, he knew, he'd get stronger, better and richer, and he'd be able to make actual progress towards his initial goal. Until then, he'd have to handle his livelihood first.

Despite him being unable to take a vacation off his work as a Silvertongue fledging, though, that didn't mean that he had no means of relieving himself of the stress. One such way, of course, was spending the excess rewards he earned here, in Bell's Bar, enjoying the signature oaky and salty mead they were famous for. It was one of his favorite drink, simply because he had already gotten used to the taste, and it was their cheapest too.

The redhead was clad in a black fitting shirt under his signature jacket, its white fur collar looking a perfect shade in contrast to the black hue. Following that was a pair of dark blue pants, held in place around his waist by a weathered leather belt, tucked then into a pair of dusted hiking boots. His red hair was slicked back slightly, though it refused to go down completely, simply stretching backwards away from his face, while two rebellious strands stuck out from his hairline, reaching almost down to his chin.

Golden eyes stared at the liquid within the wooden mug he held in his hand, the Fire Witch once again sitting in his lonesome two booths down from the corner, on almost the opposite side of the bar's entrance, ignoring the loud cheerful sounds of the other patrons, and the smell of sweat that reeked in the air. All he wanted was to just drown in his mug, and forget about the troubles that had been gnawing at his patience day by day. Was this really enough, though, to unwind completely?


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