He looked upon the people below and their pitiful lives. Was the illusion of happiness so real to them that they could thrive on it? Or was it simply that they did not know that their lives were a pest upon the world? He knew what he wanted to do but Evictus wouldn't do it until he was strong enough to bring the entire hierarchy of this nation to his knees. And so it was that he set out to attempt enjoying himself wearing a full black suit with a white shirt and black leather shoes. Gracing the streets with his presence. His first thing to do this morning was obvious. Tea.
Evictus placed his hand on the doorknob of his favorite Teahouse and made his way inside. The interior look of the stone building was made from dark oak and instead of having several open areas the teahouse had small booths with wych elm tables and white knit couch pillows. Adorning the tops and sides of the booths were vines and flowers giving the tea house a special coloring and smell.
The best part of it all however was the entire reason why Evictus had even come here. Tea. Their tea was so good that when you got it on your tongue it felt like your entire body was as good as it ever could be and your reality was given a new shine to it.
Evictus moved up to the booth at the absolute back where he waited for one of the waiters/maids to come get his order.