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Oh, places like these were a million in one. He had seen this same kind of setting time and time again. Men came here to escape from their wives and screaming brats, hoping to drown their frustrations away in their tankards of ale or whatever vile drink that would make them forget for the night.
Sitting alone, he didn't bother taking the same precaution that the new comer had. No, he say tucked away in the corner, hood drawn up over his head, hiding most of his face. Had he taken it off, he was sure that he would have brought forth more than his share of unwanted attention.
No, not tonight. He wouldn't deal with silly human antics. Tonight was a memorial night for him. This night marked the first night he had been completely free in a few thousand years... and oh, did it feel delightful. He could feel the raw power humming in his veins that he had so longed for over the years, being bound time and time again by petty wizards and witches who had no idea what they were dealing with or summoning. Fallen angel or not, he was still classified as a demon... and like most demons, Adriel had a sigil of his own that he was bound to.
He couldn't give a damn about the mice scurrying around in this tavern. Didn't give a damn when someone daring approached his table, a pair of hands setting themselves on either side, "You seem awfully suspicious sitting over 'ere in this corner." The voice that spoke was husky. Words slurring enough to tell that hooded man that someone had indulged in one too many drinks.
"If you were halfway intelligent, you wouldn't worry about it." His voice sounded, silky and smooth in nature. Enticing like the serpent's tongue itself, that underlying danger in his tone unmistakable, not meeting the other's gaze as his head remained down, looking at the drink held between his hands.
The man staggering back a little, as if unnerved just at the way the other had spoke, "Y... yer not worth my time anyhow..." He muttered, wandering off without another word to this stranger.