Merely weeks ago he was only one of the most famous magicians in the realm, or so he thought. But now he had actually completed a mission with flying colors for once his self confidence had risen to a previously thought impossible level. It wasn't that he had grown more smug, just the fact that deep inside the sometimes self doubt Strange instilled had vanished. Well, to be exact most of Grave's personalities influence had been null the past couple of days. It was all Horatio in all of his splendid grandeur.
Now you might be wondering why team Bravado had gathered at this town. Horatio's purse was filled for once, instead of being empty because of reimbursements, so he felt the need to celebrate. Hargeon might have seemed like a bit of an odd choice to most people. Especially since he had no special connection to the Town. But that was exactly it, it was a place he hadn't performed yet. One of the few places on the planet he still deemed himself vaguely anonymous. Every now and then it didn't stop Horatio from hiding his face like he was some celebrity trying to enjoy his holiday though. His clothing style had slightly changed this time around as well. He wore a similar suit, but this time everything was black. He had definitely learned from his last rather greasy adventure.
Horatio, as his pride allowed it, was leading the two with a slightly hastened pace as he was determined to find a suitable place for the two to stay at. Was the girl even legal to drink yet? Probably not. Such thoughts clouded his mind as he glanced over a few inns and less respectable enterprises that wouldn't be befitting of neither his grand stature or the little girls innocence. It took him some time, a hour of scowering around to be exact, but finally he found a place that seemed below the radar enough to house a celebrity such as himself, yet casual enough to allow someone like Charlotte to enter.
It seemed like a small cafe hidden in the corner of some side alley. It seemed kind of hidden, but that was what drew Horatio towards it to begin with. The door was a simple piece of purple cloth, something that was regular in this region because of the restoration still fully going on. Hell some might say it had become a bit of a cultural thing, and some had even taken a liking to it. The insides of the establishment was surprisingly warm as Horatio held the cloth open for Charlotte to enter as well. There were only a few tables, and a few seats, but there was a large open fire near one of the corners leaking heat into the entire room. It was a pleasant change form the streets they had just left behind them. None the less, behind what appeared to be a bar stood an old man with grey hair. He could have been seen as almost as fancy as Horatio if it weren't for the fact his clothing looked like that of a proper bartender except for the fact it was ragged and damaged here and there. Nothing too suspicious for the region they were in though.
The rest of the room was dimly lit with a candle here and there, which caused the hearth fire from the corner to cast playful shadows on the walls opposite of it. Horatio didn't quite mind the rustic look though. Somewhere he even thought it was inappropriately romantic for the situation. At this point he didn't really the rest of the people in the room. There were only two besides the bartender anyways, which appeared to be some fellow in what could be considered standing adventuring gear. Cloth armor and swords at their waists. It might have alerted some people, but Horatio didn't care even a little. After all, he was the grandest mage of the Black Rose guild.
As Horatio sat down on one of the bar stools he patted the one next to him, signaling to Charlotte to have a seat. After letting out a sigh of relief Horatio looked straight at the bartender and gave him one of his famous wicked smiles. ''Good evening lad, would you be as kind as to pour me and my companion a drink? I'll take a double whisky and she.. Give her something more suitable to her age, if you understand what I mean.'' . The bartender nodded without saying a word, and grabbed a whisky glass and a longdrink glass. He filled the whisky glass with what it was intended for, and filled the long drink glass with what appeared to be apple juice. Horatio smiled satisfied as he dropped a couple of jewels on the counter, enough to give a rather generous tip to the fellow, unbeknownst that the bartender had juist poured Charlotte an apple cider rather than juice.
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