Appointment
Qinlar stuck his staff into the dirt and checked the map on the back of the flyer he’d swiped from Keir’s fridge one final time. He was fairly certain the log cabin sitting at the end of the path in front of him was his destination, but it never hurt to double check. The building was a rustic sort of place, fitting into the clearing as though it had always been there.
For all he knew, it had been. Charlie had never said whether or not he’d built this place.
Still, it was welcoming little cabin, and Qinlar tucked the flyer back into his robe pocket, continuing forth. Perhaps he should feel self-conscious about this appointment, but that was a waste of fretting. He knew he was desireable, and Charlie had offered. There was no reason for worry.
Besides, he hadn’t been worried about this sort of thing in years. He had a reputation to maintain, if nothing else.
Qinlar made his way to the door and leaned his staff against the wall, straightened his shoulders, and knocked.
@insertwolfjoke