The Starlight restaurant. A five star, extremely wealthy establishment, almost impossible to reserve a table and even harder to afford the meal itself, but one thing could not be faulted: it was the best food in Fiore. Naturally situated as close to Mercurius as was allowed, which made people so uneasy when a Lich walked in, having reserved one of the most romantic tables on the third floor with a view all across Fiore. At the time of evening, the stars shone brightly in the night sky, further adding to the already surreal and picturesque night that Odin had intended. He had reserved a table on one of the most romantic nights, all he needed now was for someone to dine with him.
"Can I interest you in a drink while you wait, good sir?" the server asked, his voice slightly fearful but his words spoken with the confidence of a thousand repetitions. He had never served a being of darkness before, but damn he knew how to serve, and he was going to make sure this being had the best dining experience he could ever have.
"A glass of the house red wine please, I believe my companion will be here soon."
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~~Four hours ago~~
To whoever may read this,
I wish you a happy day of romance. As this is a day many spend with their closest love, I have decided to offer someone the chance to have a night they might never again experience.
My name is Odin, I am a Lich and known ne'er-do-well. If this concerns you or your safety, feel free to return this flyer to wherever you found it, but I can swear on my death that I will not cause you harm, nor do I intend this night for any malicious purpose.
I will be sitting at the finest table in the Starlight restaurant this evening at eight o'clock. The booking name is under 'Morningstar'. As this is a day of celebration, I invite whoever is currently reading this to join me for an expensive night of fine dining and drinks, all paid for by myself.
As you can imagine, it is hard for one such as me to find anything remotely akin to love, and so I wish to prove to at least one person that I can be just as romantic as the next person, despite my undead appearance.
I hope to see you soon,
Odin Morningstar
Proprietor of the Swineherd Pub, Oak.
With the flyer beautifully written with ink and quill, Odin signed his name and placed it on a bulletin board in the very centre of the city. It would be impossible for it to be missed: someone was going to see this.
"Well, let's hope I'm not alone tonight."
He would leave the flyer where it was as he ventured out to buy a new outfit for tonight. He ended on a pair of black, loose, trousers, and a relaxed, somewhat open jacket, which showed off his skeletal figure while remaining smart. He had admitted today that he was a Lich, it would be wrong to then try and hide behind a shirt.
After all, he deserved to have fun.
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