[Open] Food and sharing (mostly of food).

[lil_lion]

WHO: Anduin Wrynn, Connor and you!
WHAT: Anduin throws a (modest) feast to celebrate a harvest festival from home, Connor's wanderlust worsens.
WHEN: Nowish.
WHERE: Lowtown, Docks
NOTES: Prompts are in the comments.

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Anduin Wrynn - Lowtown

[lil_lion]

Anduin chose a bright, cosy tavern in Lowtown in which to gather the sparse crew of volunteers from the Gallows. There was a lot of bustle in there as tables and chairs were scooted about, a handful of decorations set up for the harvest festival celebration. It was a modest affair- extremely modest. They did their best to ensure word got around, though they were not expecting large numbers to come out. Anduin knew he would likely see a familiar face or two, having passed the word around himself. And, besides, in such a gloomy place as this, any excuse for cheer and good company couldn't go amiss.

It was a shame that a bonfire was out of the question. Perhaps if they could have gone beyond the city, but the hearth was plenty bright and warm to banish the cold, grey world outside the tavern doors. In the corner, a bard sang melodiously of local tales. It was an almost ethereal sound- so unlike the rowdy tunes of home.

Anduin stood back to admire the tantalizing spread, foods of all sorts, behind him before he took up his place near the door to greet the revelers.

Connor 60 - Docks

[connorrk800]

Connor drinks in the sensory assault of the docks. The gliding light upon the water as it laps against the pilings and the ships, the creaking of wood and rope in the wind, the cries of gulls, the stink of barnacles and sea water wash over him, his mind focusing on none in particular. He remembers another shore, more civilized and industrial. The air here is almost intoxicatingly fresh compared with that in his memory. The tang of chemicals had laced it with bitterness and his synthetic lungs had labored quietly in mimicry of organic life made to filter such gases and particulates. Unlike that narrow straight he remembers, the docks of Kirkwall open out upon the sea- a sea... he wonders what the locals call it, and what lies beyond.

The wind wips his hair, dark waves lifting and bashing against his forehead almost in time with the waves. He stands like this until he suddenly realizes how cold he is, and chides himself for forgetting once again that he's human now.

Anduin or Connor- Wildcard

[lil_lion]

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