As he raised it to his lips, he held it up against the torch light, and watched with the
eye of a connoisseur the tiny scales of potassium bitartrate which floated in its rich
ember depths. The fire, as it spurted up, threw fitful lights upon his bearded face,
its thick and yet firm lips, and the deep, Saradominist eyes, which had something
Asgarnian in their strength and their animalism.
He smiled from time to time as he nestled back in his hand-carved chair.
Indeed, he had a right to feel pleased, for, against the advice of seven
colleagues, he would be returning to Falador soon. He merely wished to
enjoy an Asgarnian ale at The Rising Sun Inn - a feat that was considered
dangerous for any man of his age and stature.
Owner of Entrana in World 42's community.
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