imported_Ambrose Braeden
Nov 19th, 2002, 12:46:26 PM
Ambrose walked into the RooneStone Inn and marveled at its beauty, and the intricate carvings and tapestries lining the walls. The room reminded him of himself in many ways. The dark corners, the extrodinary selection of wine. But in other ways, it is almost as if he is a child who has lost his way. Into the wrong place. But Ambrose was going to have a good time tonight.
The young vampire made his way to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. The wine that he had favored the most. While waiting for his drink to be made, he turned around and leaned up agianst the bar and looked around the establishment for a familiar face.
The young vampire made his way to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. The wine that he had favored the most. While waiting for his drink to be made, he turned around and leaned up agianst the bar and looked around the establishment for a familiar face.