WHO: Davy, Giles WHAT: Meeting of the old guys WHERE: Hyperion Library WHEN: Wednesday afternoon RATED: PG
Davy never left his slump of being ungodly depressed. He gave fencing lessons to anyone who cared however mostly kept to himself either in his room or in the library. With Tia Dalma gone there was no way he'd ever return to the sea, be given back his powers, or be any other sort of a man than the miserable excuse he was now. Nothing to live for, nothing to die for.
Sipping a cup of tea he lazily read in the library a more thrilling rendition of the Book of the Dead as interpreted by a lesser known tribe of the Amazonian rain forest. Why he even bothered to get dressed was beyond him, but he knew he would undoubtedly be bothered by some trivial matter 'what's for dinner?' or 'where did you put my load of whites?'