Snippet #1867844

Keizer Shosolas


Keizer was still in pain from the recent severance of his arm.
Sarka's help was always welcome in his eyes but he still had some issues about the issue that Cain was going to bring with this whole incident. He was enjoying all of this too much for someone in his position and he was most definitely going to try and twist this too his own benefit if possible.

Keizer leans his head in next too Sarka's and he looks to her.. "Thank you for the care, I will be fine after I get some rest and have the chance to get my arm back." He says with a wonton sigh as he moves the stump forward into his view.
By this time he and Sarka had entered the building once more with Cain already ahead of them, Keizer managed to move himself away and back into one of the larger chairs. He allowed room for Sarka to move around him and within the arch of his form so he would not sit himself on her.
He just sat there with his head laid back in the spot and he could just drift off into sleep if he had the real chance, but for a moment he could only fight it and then he was gone.

Cain just sat himself behind the bar and started sliding bottles down the line and racking them up in front of himself.