Kiril Ignatius Lokinos
Situated in a cozy part of Nirim City, The Dragon’s Brew was the source of nightlife. The tiny room buzzed with conversations and it was most likely filled beyond its maximum capacity. With the exception of the bar in the far corner, the room was dimly lit. Perfect for an informal date. Every so often, the door would swing open, admitting chilly Others and breezes of cold, fresh air. Judging by the red noses and chattering teeth of new visitors, one could tell that it was pretty cold outside. Not that Kiril would know. All he had to do to get to this place was envision it from his warm mansion in Zanarya and ‘kazoom!’ There he was.
One rarely found dragons in an Elysian bar. Dragons were a stuffy, proper lot anyway and would never stoop down to unsophisticated activities such as boozing. But every society had its oddballs, and Nirim’s was in this pub. Kiril sensed and smelled dragon everywhere. It was also in fact, beside him in the form of an attractive brunette female of the aurumus sept. She was perhaps centuries older than him, yet she looked about the same age as him. How odd.
She was a total stranger to him, but after their eyes meet over the scene of two drunks fighting, the two of them had settled in a cozy part of the room. The drunks were history. The woman was babbling at a remarkable speed, leaving no time for Kiril to say anything. Not that he would. The dragon was talking about drama within her family and whatnot, and all Kiril had to do was nod and occasionally say “Yeah, that sucks for you.” Meet a complete stranger, act like you give a damn, and you’re suddenly the object of that person’s affections.
To prove that point, the woman in question was now sitting on his lap.
((OOC: Thread made for the purposes of a closed plot with permission for Xanth and the owner of the hind's head.))
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