Lord Tyrannus
Dec 1st, 2002, 03:20:22 PM
An elderly man, around his 60's it seemed, walked into the crowded Yoghurt's Bar & Grill, a well-known restaurant it seemed. The man remained silent, a stern expression across his face has he located a vacant booth towards his left, just room enough for two. He immediately strolled over to the table, not acknowledging a single person he walked past.
Has he sat down, he began staring across the swarming bar, a persistant emotionless look found in his azure eyes. He was searching for someone, or waiting for someone to arrive. He had been given a message of utmost importance to meet a man named Fiend here, why this was so important puzzled the quiet senior.
Has he sat down, he began staring across the swarming bar, a persistant emotionless look found in his azure eyes. He was searching for someone, or waiting for someone to arrive. He had been given a message of utmost importance to meet a man named Fiend here, why this was so important puzzled the quiet senior.