The Captive Creeper was a welcome sight. The darkness had crept in and was overwhelming with and overcast sky and a hollow moon. He had promised to pick up some supplies for Honeydew and Lalna along with some warm food after a few days of cold stale bread.
Pushing the hood of his cloak off his head, Xephos mussed a hand through his hair, peering around the barely crowded bar. Most there seemed familiar, others that lived in nearby compounds, keeps, and factories and Xephos smiled at a few familiar faces before turning to the blonde behind the bar.
“Excuse me,” he called, navigating through bodies before stopping in front of her with a bright smile, “I don’t suppose you have food to sell here? I haven’t eaten something warm in weeks and I must say I’m famished...”