[ There's way too much to parse and neatly make sense of. Tyler's like a dog with a bone when it comes to most things but even he's got to take a second to just... remind himself to breathe.
It's what he's been trying to do since he pitched up at this tavern. The air feels close, warm, and the scent of stale ale is giving him weird ideas about what Oktoberfest must be like. Not that he'd know firsthand but his imagination has always been impressive.
He's thinking about that when the guy who'd shown up just recently decides now's a great time to strike it big in the conversation department. Honestly, Tyler doesn't blame him. Maybe this kid looks around the same age as him. Maybe the same age as some of the kids he mentored at Fireweed. Even if the Fireweed attitude is lacking. ]
Uh.
[ He looks around as if he's not already gotten an eyeful of their surroundings. ]
Yeah. I mean... it's got that vibe. Small town bar where nobody's business is safe.
II. Kirkwall
It's what he's been trying to do since he pitched up at this tavern. The air feels close, warm, and the scent of stale ale is giving him weird ideas about what Oktoberfest must be like. Not that he'd know firsthand but his imagination has always been impressive.
He's thinking about that when the guy who'd shown up just recently decides now's a great time to strike it big in the conversation department. Honestly, Tyler doesn't blame him. Maybe this kid looks around the same age as him. Maybe the same age as some of the kids he mentored at Fireweed. Even if the Fireweed attitude is lacking. ]
Uh.
[ He looks around as if he's not already gotten an eyeful of their surroundings. ]
Yeah. I mean... it's got that vibe. Small town bar where nobody's business is safe.