[ The owner of the memory seems to arrive after her, blinking for a moment in an attempt to place this tavern among the myriad of nights spent in nearly identical locations, with nearly identical whispers from men (and some women) with greed in their eyes.
But the progression of whatever discussion the memory of himself and Red Wine are having is paid no mind as he notices a stranger, someone who feels out of place to his fuzzy recollections of this night, and steps over to her. ]
Are you alright?
[ His hand rests on her shoulder as he reaches her, wanting to draw her attention. ]
no subject
But the progression of whatever discussion the memory of himself and Red Wine are having is paid no mind as he notices a stranger, someone who feels out of place to his fuzzy recollections of this night, and steps over to her. ]
Are you alright?
[ His hand rests on her shoulder as he reaches her, wanting to draw her attention. ]