Retreat hell
Jul. 5th, 2019 10:37 pm[ It feels hilariously old-fashioned to be smuggling booze of all things, though Art doesn't really count this as plying his usual trade. That would take subtlety and involves some actual danger, this is just a bit of fun and doing a favor for his good friend Davos.
The retreat is charmingly located on a somewhat isolated island, where what you have is what you brought with you. Apparently alcohol had been banned from the packing list, but that's what you have rogues like him for.
It's a warm and sunny day, making it an easy choice to forego the wearing of a shirt. He is here to mess with people after all.
Gliding toward a small pier meant for swimmers to get access to deep water more than anything else, he grins at Melisandre, who had probably been seeking some peace and quiet or something. ]
Lovely to see you darling, would you mind catching my line?
[ He holds up the rope he intends to use for securing his boat to the pier. ]
The retreat is charmingly located on a somewhat isolated island, where what you have is what you brought with you. Apparently alcohol had been banned from the packing list, but that's what you have rogues like him for.
It's a warm and sunny day, making it an easy choice to forego the wearing of a shirt. He is here to mess with people after all.
Gliding toward a small pier meant for swimmers to get access to deep water more than anything else, he grins at Melisandre, who had probably been seeking some peace and quiet or something. ]
Lovely to see you darling, would you mind catching my line?
[ He holds up the rope he intends to use for securing his boat to the pier. ]