"Gaaah~"
Sevan let out a satisfied sigh, his rough orange skin reflecting a degree of drunken red. He tilted his head back as he sat with his knees bent, arms drooped, and back arched at the edge of his room facing an open balcony. His body felt so content with his current refreshment that it slackened completely, the bottle falling to the barren wooden floor of his rented room with an echoing and soft thud.
Sevan looked daintily out at the dark, star-speckled sky. In his stupor, they seemed to glitter as brilliantly and sporadically as the lantern lights that danced in the streets below. The soft clamor of partying and laughter resounded from outside. Sevan giggled as his body tingled with the same deep, hoarse voice that characterized his race. He hiccuped, then giggled again, this time for giggling.
It had been a good few weeks for Sevan. Arriving in an arid desert town not unlike his hometown, he fit right in. It even featured the same sanded and brick building materials, though the artistic designs for the buildings were far more intricate here. Finding work less than an hour into his arrival, Sevan managed to score job after job. For the first few jobs, he transported goods and raw materials from one end of town to the other via a pull cart and his own prowess. After a few days of pulling in the sweltering heat, he landed a job guarding a series of caravans from bandits. The caravans carried things from silks and spices to passengers and livestock. The merchants who hired him payed well enough to ensure his loyalty. Needless to say, Sevan had more than enough money to last him for the entire week of festivities that ensued.
The town, adrift with music and dancing, was celebrating a festival in honor of a plentiful year.
"Life is *HICK* goooooooooddd..." he slurred.
Sevan drooped his serpentine eyes, feeling the dry desert wind blow against his chest. He was clad in his civilian clothing, which consisted only of his cloth wrappings and his pants. He looked over to his left, seeing his armor and weapons neatly stacked against the wall. Crawling, he staggered over and laid a heavy hand on them. His lips twinged in an inebriated smile.
"...and-and it's all thanks to YOU!" He fell back onto his rear. "I should buy you a drink sometime."
He patted them in appreciation as they thundered with a metallic welcome. Sevan left his hands to droop once more, his nails gliding across the sheen metal of his breastplate.
Considering it was barely eleven, tonight would be a good night.
Sevan let out a satisfied sigh, his rough orange skin reflecting a degree of drunken red. He tilted his head back as he sat with his knees bent, arms drooped, and back arched at the edge of his room facing an open balcony. His body felt so content with his current refreshment that it slackened completely, the bottle falling to the barren wooden floor of his rented room with an echoing and soft thud.
Sevan looked daintily out at the dark, star-speckled sky. In his stupor, they seemed to glitter as brilliantly and sporadically as the lantern lights that danced in the streets below. The soft clamor of partying and laughter resounded from outside. Sevan giggled as his body tingled with the same deep, hoarse voice that characterized his race. He hiccuped, then giggled again, this time for giggling.
It had been a good few weeks for Sevan. Arriving in an arid desert town not unlike his hometown, he fit right in. It even featured the same sanded and brick building materials, though the artistic designs for the buildings were far more intricate here. Finding work less than an hour into his arrival, Sevan managed to score job after job. For the first few jobs, he transported goods and raw materials from one end of town to the other via a pull cart and his own prowess. After a few days of pulling in the sweltering heat, he landed a job guarding a series of caravans from bandits. The caravans carried things from silks and spices to passengers and livestock. The merchants who hired him payed well enough to ensure his loyalty. Needless to say, Sevan had more than enough money to last him for the entire week of festivities that ensued.
The town, adrift with music and dancing, was celebrating a festival in honor of a plentiful year.
"Life is *HICK* goooooooooddd..." he slurred.
Sevan drooped his serpentine eyes, feeling the dry desert wind blow against his chest. He was clad in his civilian clothing, which consisted only of his cloth wrappings and his pants. He looked over to his left, seeing his armor and weapons neatly stacked against the wall. Crawling, he staggered over and laid a heavy hand on them. His lips twinged in an inebriated smile.
"...and-and it's all thanks to YOU!" He fell back onto his rear. "I should buy you a drink sometime."
He patted them in appreciation as they thundered with a metallic welcome. Sevan left his hands to droop once more, his nails gliding across the sheen metal of his breastplate.
Considering it was barely eleven, tonight would be a good night.
