First Impressions
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Hilliaden needed a drink.
It was one hell of a night for his particular line of business, and he’d pulled a handful of strings to get a client to cough up the money. He’d even gotten a little involved himself at one point, and the frustration of it all had fried his nerves.
He rode one of his Griffon beasts and landed nearby, but knew better than to go traipsing up a public street with the lusus at his hip. That was a surefire way to start a scuffle he didn’t have tthe patience for. So he walks down to the nearest bar, leaving the lusus to wait patiently for his return like he’d trained it to do.
When he steps inside, he’s thankful for the dark atmosphere. That said, he takes note of the slacking employees. Only the lowblood lady by the bar seems to be doing any work. He approaches and takes a chair at the bar away from the other patrons. He didn’t come to socialize, after all.