[ The voice isn't a mocking one; more honest curiosity, because it's not every day you find someone ordering that at a tavern. And it's not like it's a bad drink. Just... unexpected.
Sitting nearby, Amos tilts his head at the newcomer. To the bar? To Kenos itself? Whichever. There's a partially drunk beer resting on a coaster by his hand; someone who's already at least somewhat settled in here, and someone who might have been seen at Highstorm's shindig, as low key as he might have been (just-formal-enough formal wear. Pleasant enough in appearance, but not exactly outgoing. Liked the food).
Because give it another moment, and his eyes will brighten with recognition — he may not have spoken to the guy, but the hair skulking about would've been difficult to miss. ]
Guess that's one way to settle in, isn't it?
[ His voice is friendly enough; absolutely no judging to be found here. Yeah, grape juice is good. Why not? ]
two cities, highstorm
[ The voice isn't a mocking one; more honest curiosity, because it's not every day you find someone ordering that at a tavern. And it's not like it's a bad drink. Just... unexpected.
Sitting nearby, Amos tilts his head at the newcomer. To the bar? To Kenos itself? Whichever. There's a partially drunk beer resting on a coaster by his hand; someone who's already at least somewhat settled in here, and someone who might have been seen at Highstorm's shindig, as low key as he might have been (just-formal-enough formal wear. Pleasant enough in appearance, but not exactly outgoing. Liked the food).
Because give it another moment, and his eyes will brighten with recognition — he may not have spoken to the guy, but the hair skulking about would've been difficult to miss. ]
Guess that's one way to settle in, isn't it?
[ His voice is friendly enough; absolutely no judging to be found here. Yeah, grape juice is good. Why not? ]