Walking up to the bar he greeted the bartender, "Hi Frederick, can I have a glass of wine please?" Eryll asked. He wasn't a heavy drinker like some of the other men and women in his guild, but he did enjoy the occasional glass of wine. Frederick poured him a small glass of white wine. Pyre took it and left a little tip for him before walking over to a table next to a window and sitting down. He sipped it slowly and watched the birds that had stayed in orchidia for the winter fly around the massive guild building. Perching along the bridge and fencing of the guild.
Eryll was dressed in a white and green trenchcoat and black boots to keep his feet dry and protected. His fingers were bright red from the cold of the outside air.
The air inside of the guild was cozy and warm from the multitude of bodies. there were a few plastered individuals who had come back from a request early and decided to start drinking in the afternoon. But as of now, the main area of the guild didn't smell heavily of alcohol, at least not yet. Eryll did enjoy the bit of alcohol induced antics, but he was always carefully, drinking to forget could lead people down a dangerous path, it lead his father down a dangerous path. But his father didn't stop him from enjoying life.