09-23-2016, 11:40 AM
The call of his name yanked his attention to the bar. Dane had not intended to stop for a drink, but now that his gaze was pulled there by force of curiosity, he changed his mind.
The man that called to him was lanky and tall, light colored hair and smartly dressed. Dane liked him instantly, but made no secret of studying the disturbingly milky eye. How had the man come to injure it? Would be an interesting tale, no doubt.
"Yes, 'tis I."
a wide, congenial smile split his face as he strode to offer greetings. "You must be Sören. A pleasure, sir."
he glanced briefly at the woman in the short blue dress before turning back to Soren. The way he lounged so lazily reminded him of a king lion sleepily surveying his prairie domain.
He had only agreed to this meeting out of pure curiosity over the circumstances of Declan's death. Investigating his older brother's friendships was hardly the motive. Dane had been told the man died on excavation in some mountain cave, but the details were obscured. He wanted to know how Declan died. And whether he suffered.
Hopefully so.
He lifted a hand and ordered a globe of red wine.