Snippet #2192389

"Logen Dannan," he said, taking one of the vacant seats. "Look, we're already best of friends." He graciously accepted the drink. He took a sip, manners restraining him from chugging.

"So what's your game?" Logen asked, gesturing towards the cards. This was nice. He took more comfort from this tavern than he care to admit. This one specifically, as it hadn't taken full advantage of everything Magefire had to offer. He could tell that only a few traditional amenities had been replaced by Esoteric conveniences. Speaking of which;

A dull, increasing louder clanking could be heard from outside. Golem. Just patrolling. Logen hissed, barely audible. Why must the blasted things be so loud? They we're already glaring obvious, even without his abilities he'd be able to track one a mile away. The golem passed, its stoic face peering into the tavern window as it went. Logen took a long sip of beer, cold eyes staring back at metal ones.