Who: Jim Moriarty and John Watson What: Spilling the tea cider Where: Kingsby Tavern in Everdale When: Wednesday, October 17th at 11AM Rating: Low Warnings: None Status: On-going
Everdale was a place that Jim did not frequently occupy. He understood very little about magic and he did not draw near to places or things that with which he was so inexperienced. He knew very few in Preya as he knew John Watson, and it was only for John Watson that Jim Moriarty would ever occupy a place like this. Kingsby Tavern, a cozy tavern in the heart of Everdale that captivated a crowd of "regulars" during the day hours, but hosted many shady crimes under the table when the sun bowed behind the hills.
Unfortunately, Jim was there in the late morning, so there was no shady business to witness. The place was fairly empty, with the exception of a few bards having a drink at the bar. They had entertained the crowds in the street earlier during his walk - another thing of Everdale as their lack of automobiles. They were dressed in their tunics and leggings while Jim strolled into the establishment wearing a shirt and pant that, he thought in the very least, were "dressy casual". He still earned looks as he wandered in, sticking out like a sore thumb that he was not part of Everdale.
Eyeing a familiar head of gray in the corner booth, Jim walked over that way, attempting to hide his face of disgust as he dusted his seat before taking it. "Darling, why did you bring me to a place such as this? It certainly isn't for the atmosphere, I hope?"