The desolate streets of Underwood were waterlogged as Soveliss strode through them, keeping his head down and his head covered by his hood. He was cold, tired and hungry, it had been 3 days since his last meal, only it was not simple bread that would quench his hunger, and certainly not water that would dent his thirst. Soveliss had gone for longer periods without food or water, 3 months longer, infact while he had been coming to terms with what he was he had been living off of Foxes and other small mammals. Through the rain Soveliss' red eyes glowed, he tried his hardest to hide them from anyone who may see himf rom their simple windows, Soveliss was growing more desperate, he wanted to get off of the streets - he wanted to get into privacy, he hated being out in the open in a strange place.
He quickly glanced up to see where it was he was going and he caught a sign, he had trouble reading it due to the effect of the wind and rain in his eyes, but as the lightning flashed and lit up the streets that smelled dank, he could see a sign not too far away. "The Peaceful Promenade". Soveliss felt an annoyance stir up inside of him, how can anyone call this weather peaceful. Soveliss' stepped up his pace across the cobbled streets, designed for horses and carts, his boots glistening while holding off the rain from his feet.
He approached the small tavern door, seeing the light coming out from behind the closed door. He slammed into it, desperate to get out of this rain. As he did he flew straight past the door and two drunks apoogised to him for opening it. Their friend was paraletic and they needed to get him home... and no Soveliss did not want to help them carry him out, and yes it was bad weather, and yes he was from out of town. Soveliss groaned to himself as the left and surprisingly noone out of the other 7 people in the tavern even threw him a glance. Maybe Soveliss was simply becoming more self indulgent these days, but he could have sowrn he usually walked into a tavern and silenced people.
He glanced around and saw the bar directly infront of him with a jolly fat man standing behind it cleaning mugs. There were two people sitting at either end of the bar, one woman serving food to an old man in a huge chair, above which was a moose' head. Directly opposite were two younger men talking about something that one of them didn't care to hear any longer. On the right of the room there was a blazing fire. The heat was already beginning to dry Soveliss' face and he moved away from the big door leaving the howling wind outside.
As Soveliss approached the bar, the jolly fat man looked at him twice and then finally said what you having? in a bored of life tone - one which you would not expect from a man who looked so contented. Soveliss simply said "Water.... please" The fat man nodded and soon produced a dirt glass full to the brim with clean-ish water. Soveliss let out a slight sigh of disgust and looked around.
He sighed and finally drank from the dirty glass, the water feeling cold in his mouth. As he focused his attention to the back of the Tavern, the door leading to the streets and the weather flew open again.