Not the Best of Times
When: Anesus 3, 8:00 PM
Where: Main Hall
Paziter was in a righteously cranky mood, by all the gods and their consorts. He had gotten to sleep late due to Harlan's dawn-time visit (not a problem in itself. Harlan was nice. Harlan was fun. Most importantly, Harlan understood how to act like a half-decent Vrykolas-being.) The trouble had come after the human had left.
Oh, and had it come in spades.
Needless to say, Paziter had slept very poorly, and held Lykos-kind to even lower standards than he'd felt when he stumbled into Raven the first time around. That tramp, she had run Paziter to within an inch of his temper, which had -- until this point -- come in yards and miles. One of these nights that bloody unfortunate Zalaron was going to get just what she was asking for...
But it was not going to be tonight.