Surely bars couldn't be too different between worlds, could they?
WHAT: Nikolai explores town WHERE: Todash WHEN: Evening, 1 December WARNINGS: TBD STATUS:Incomplete
He could have slept. Nikolai had found his way to Pickman and MIST thanks to Sabrina and though the apartment was small, it wasn't so much smaller than his cabin on his ship that he couldn't bear it. He'd been told that he could move into an apartment or a house eventually, so at least he would have that to look forward to. Nobody knew him here, and it didn't seem like anybody actually knew the world he came from. He'd need to find a job- there wasn't really a military, and he definitely didn't have his things from home- if only he had something from the palace to pawn. And there wasn't a need for a king here, and besides- he wasn't meant to lead any place that wasn't Ravka. He didn't know this place yet, but that was no trouble.
He'd learn.
Nikolai had borrowed some money from the jar at the front desk at Pickman, and first went in search of the shop he'd been told would have more clothing options than the community closet at MIST. Not that he wasn't appreciative, but his appearance was important to him, and he'd been able to acquire a few pieces and a shiny pair of boots that someone before him had worn in comfortably. A hot shower back at Pickman helped, and he'd gotten a few things to stock up his kitchenette, but there was a tavern on the map, and- well. Surely bars couldn't be too different between worlds, could they?
It was decently busy- end of the week, he learned, so he made his way up to the bar and slid onto an empty stool, figuring he'd grab some food and whatever information he could get.