Elijah casually strolled through the town, silently observing his surroundings and the townspeople. Something within him appeared to be off but he couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was that made him feel a sense of unrest. Perhaps it was the newest arrivals that could pose a threat, or the people within the town could be conspiring against his family, either way Elijah was determined to make sure things remained cordial and composed or people would be met with the consequences.
He entered the Grill looking out of place as he usually did, wearing a well-tailored suit looking as proper as ever. The Original approached the bar and ordered a neat scotch, then glanced around at the subpar establishment that the locals loved to frequent. He didn’t entirely understand the appeal of the place, but figured the attempt should be made to see what all the fuss was about.
After being served his drink, Elijah took a light sip from his glass then placed it back onto the bar top, enjoying the warm sensation that slid down his throat. A partial grin appeared on his typically impassive features when he was approached by the familiar individual. “Rather than making the failed attempt to follow me, you could have simply accompanied me in the walk here.” He stated casually before taking another sip from his glass. “What is it that you want?”
