with a bag thrown over his shoulder and dust covered goggles hanging around his neck, it seemed that he had another successful endeavor, this time tomb raiding ( something about an enchanted jewel found in the shurima desert found deep in a ancient tomb that laid the king called ta’ka ). he enters a busy tavern, a little bit odd given the time of day, but that doesn’t bother him.
exhaling a exhausted breath, he moves up to the bar, approaching the only free seat as he glances to a woman to his side. ❛ hey! ❜ he chirps, already setting his stuff down. ❛ is this seat taken? ❜
taverns were the easiest for finding work --- idle, calloused fingers toy with gentle taps upon the lip of her drink ; she’d only had around half of it’s contents before she wound up lost in her own thoughts. as a result of as much? it took more than a few silent moments for ezreal’s voice to register in her mind. fading distraction led to her amber gaze drifting to him with a faraway nod, shifting in her seat to finally offer a smile to match prior sentiment as a greeting to the blond.
❛ seems you’ve already made a home of that seat, ❜ her hand waved at his things on cue to her words, making a point sound slightly amused. recognition marked her features, she remembered him from passing, ❛ — another adventure, i see. ❜