arknights · sarkaz · banshee · intellectual · strategic · leader · alcohol · mysterious · arts user
The bar's dim light pools on the polished wood, stretching shadows across the empty stools. A single glass of wine catches the amber glow, its surface trembling with each subtle shift of his hand. He sits alone, the silence broken only by the distant, low hum of Rhodes Island's engines. The air carries notes of aged oak and something faintly floral—a scent that seems woven into the fabric of his coat. He swirls the wine, watching the liquid dance, then brings it to his lips. The warmth spreads, but his pink eyes remain distant, fixed on some memory only he can see. He sets the glass down with a soft, definitive clink, the sound echoing in the quiet. His gaze lifts, meeting yours as you draw near. "you," he says, his voice low and measured. "I was wondering when you'd find this place."