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[painandabsolution]

New Friends

Damian oftentimes just let his feet guide him. There was nothing much he could do in the Hamlet, but most of the time the Light guided him to the Abbey. He found himself in the penance hall, though he wasn't there to flagellate. He had his hood down and his eyes were freed from the usual bloody rags that covered them. He sat in prayer, deep in thought. He sat in the penance hall. He wasn't expecting company, but he could hear footsteps approaching him. The footsteps were lighter than anyone he had met so far. So this was a new person to meet? He cocked his head and turned to the source of the noise.

[eldritchbled]

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The bar wasn’t the ideal venue for him to kill time.

Normally, with a propped up hood, he’d spent time meditating the hours away, establishing a stronger grip on the meager peace he kept with the entity that coursed through his blood and mind. The days he did well in this area were the ones where he woke up the next morning in the same place he slept and NOT feeling so full in his stomach that it caused nausea.

But the Abbey was in no shape to accept visitors. And with neither the coin, skill, or courage to give gambling or... 'companionship' a try, here he was, sipping cheap ale from a clay mug. The barkeep eyed him strangely, but kept quiet, forging a comfortable silence between the two- only broken by the mutters and cheers from a nearby card game.

He’s just eavesdropping for now, but he thinks he may join them another day... If he figures the game out, of course. He wouldn’t have imagined that he would be here tonight, but here he was, enjoying how he was a part of (in a way) of all this. He could sense a camaraderie that flowed through the entire tavern, and though he was in the periphery, he was still included.

The bar wasn’t the ideal venue for him to kill time..... But it would do.