A Royal Cleanup [closed / Richard]
Daylen was many things. He was the Warden-Commander of Ferelden, he served under his king but he wasn’t exactly a knight. He was something greater than that. And in this city he hadn’t encountered much royalty from other worlds. Sure, in his mind Alistair was his one and only king, but the man was… well, Alistair.
Taking a break from the numerous work Daylen kept himself occupied with in Hive City, he found himself in a small cafe, located at the heart of the cultural district. At this point the mage had already completed most his order, a half-full glass of tea being all that remained. Daylen’s staff had been radiating cold where he was sitting, but the other customer’s didn’t seem to mind or at least ignored it. It wasn’t on his back though; it lay underneath the table. The mage had recently gotten his Vestments of the Seer back, and so wore the set of robes proudly.
A spilling sound came from close to the mage, as some random man ad spilled the contents of his tray over. It was at least only two cups of tea, but they both spilled and covered the ground. Daylen grabbed a towel which had been left near his table, got up and went over to clean the mess up. However, it seemed someone else had the same idea.
He found himself looking into the eyes of a man he recognized, but had never really talked to. Richard worked at Beautiful Dead but the two men had barely said words to each other.
“I wish some people would be more careful. Don’t you agree?”
What precious rare calm that existed in this space, aided by soft floral notes and gentle jazz music, was disrupted by a sudden clatter of delicate Chinaware. Richard was quick to arrive at the scene as mandated by his royal blood; he had always been a conscientious ruler (when not unwittingly possessed, of course), and reassured the poor fellow that his clumsiness was not a problem. Aside from his gentle countenance, the young noble always bore a soothing smile. Words were exchanged between him and the other man.
Their conversation was about to go somewhere when the arrival of a third party cut the clumsy older man short. Richard glanced up and gasped in recognition. "Oh! Daylen, isn't it? Fancy meeting you here. I hadn't realized that this was such a popular location for us young folk to congregate." He practically beamed at his co-worker, always happy to see a familiar face.
The other man, the one whom had spilled his tea, inserted a quick 'thank you' before taking his leave with the remnants of the shattered plate. Richard tried to say something but the man was already gone. With a hapless shrug, he turned back to Daylen. "Ahem... Are you here with someone?"
