Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard

It was never easy to find a place where he could be in complete solitude. Not only because he could literally see people from yalms away, but because many just approached him. He had chosen to spend his day at the beach, singing for the people and enjoying the sunlight - he even bathed with a few friends he had made that very day. As the sun started to fall behind the horizon, he eventually decided to take his leave and find the place called Hero's Haven. He had heard of it before, but never took his time to visit it.. and now was the chance. He entered the building with his faithful guitar on his back and his eternally present smile on the lips. He took whatever strong local liquor they had and sat at a table. He was used enough to drinking that he knew full will he could not have settled with only wine.

Problem was, eventually he started to think. And thinking meant feeling nostalgic, and nostalgia brought him to drink his entire beverage in one sip. And then to order one more. Oh how dearly he missed his friends. The life of a wandering ministrel was both full of people and terribly lonely, somehow. He always had people around him, whether it was to listen to his stories or songs, or for any other reason. At the same time, though, he did not have HIS people around him. Nobody he could lean onto. Not his family, nor his lifelong friends. He rested his head on the table, hitting it gently with a thud. "Should I have stayed with you, Hades?" he muttered.

If only he could have him there right at that moment, just to pester him in the usual way, to feel his presence, to see his soul, to massage his frown only to tease him and make him frown even more. He sighed, then straightened up a bit and took another few sips from his glass. Perhaps he could have asked if he could perform. Singing had always been the best way to sort his thoughts and feelings.. but why did he not feel like playing at all?