03-26-2016, 12:46 PM
"Haven't you ever heard the expression, The clothes make the man?"
"Yes, but I never believed it, if I'm being perfectly honest with you," Koal grumbled under his breath, tugging awkwardly at the new clothes his mentor had forced him into. He was standing tall in front of a full-body mirror, Leah bustling about making sure everything fit right. He was now wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, with a jet black t-shirt, and a black scarf. How the hell she had wrestled him into it, Koal had no idea. He had kept a hold of his mask if only to put it on if he needed to conceal his identity. Koal smacked Leah's hand away from his face as she tried to reach up and 'fix' his hair.
"Enough! Seriously, If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to molest me." Koal huffed out, running a hand through his black hair, and his violet eyes narrowing at the shorter woman. She pursed her lips and glared at him, backing off.
"Fine, excuse me for trying to make you look nice, ungrateful brat." She mumbled the last part under her breath, but Koal still caught it amid the noises of the early morning market noise. He and Leah were staying in a local tavern by the name of Mead Hall if his memory served. Housing here was relatively expensive, and Koal had a feeling that they wouldn't stay here for too long anyway. Waving over his shoulder, he called out a farewell to Leah.
"I'm going out for a while, see you later." He talked, trying to make himself heard over the commotion outside. He heard a muffle reply through the walls of the small room. Closing the door behind him, he nodded a polite greeting to the young maid, and waved a greeting to the barkeep. Sitting on a stool, he motioned to the bartender, who promptly filled a shot glass with whiskey.
Throwing back his head, he grimaced as the liquid burned its way down his throat. He heard footsteps behing him as the door to the bar opened, and a cold feeling washed over him, and he froze.
"Thats some strong stuff, you sure you can handle it, boy?" The voice of Darth Nihilus mocked.
"Yes, but I never believed it, if I'm being perfectly honest with you," Koal grumbled under his breath, tugging awkwardly at the new clothes his mentor had forced him into. He was standing tall in front of a full-body mirror, Leah bustling about making sure everything fit right. He was now wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, with a jet black t-shirt, and a black scarf. How the hell she had wrestled him into it, Koal had no idea. He had kept a hold of his mask if only to put it on if he needed to conceal his identity. Koal smacked Leah's hand away from his face as she tried to reach up and 'fix' his hair.
"Enough! Seriously, If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to molest me." Koal huffed out, running a hand through his black hair, and his violet eyes narrowing at the shorter woman. She pursed her lips and glared at him, backing off.
"Fine, excuse me for trying to make you look nice, ungrateful brat." She mumbled the last part under her breath, but Koal still caught it amid the noises of the early morning market noise. He and Leah were staying in a local tavern by the name of Mead Hall if his memory served. Housing here was relatively expensive, and Koal had a feeling that they wouldn't stay here for too long anyway. Waving over his shoulder, he called out a farewell to Leah.
"I'm going out for a while, see you later." He talked, trying to make himself heard over the commotion outside. He heard a muffle reply through the walls of the small room. Closing the door behind him, he nodded a polite greeting to the young maid, and waved a greeting to the barkeep. Sitting on a stool, he motioned to the bartender, who promptly filled a shot glass with whiskey.
Throwing back his head, he grimaced as the liquid burned its way down his throat. He heard footsteps behing him as the door to the bar opened, and a cold feeling washed over him, and he froze.
"Thats some strong stuff, you sure you can handle it, boy?" The voice of Darth Nihilus mocked.