Magnolia, a popular city among locals and tourists alike. Promising new beginnings and growth if the rumors were held to be true. It was something that Varis had to truly see with his own eyes. His arrival to Magnolia from Crocus was uneventful as everyone including himself focused on leaving the station. Unlike many others that departed alongside him. Varis did not have a distinctive designation in mind.
Instead he decided to visit the magnificent city and let fate determine what would come his way. Or rather fate might have him walk towards as Varis found himself casually walking down the streets. Occasionally he would stop by one of the businesses to browse what they have in stocks, especially if their store name was something out of the ordinary. Sadly he doesn't have that much money in truth, but still chatting to the clerks and other customers provided Varis some insight of the city. Even if it was some second hand information, Varis had no reason to doubt them.
Eventually, Varis found himself at a Cafe as the aroma of coffee reached his nose. Even out in the streets with half a dozen people wandering about, Varis could never mistake that smell. Granted Varis might be easy to spot out of the crowd given his leather armor and the cap alongside his bow+quiver. It's not just what he's wearing that suggests an Adventurer, but it's also how he appears to carry himself. Confident, neat, and just seems to exude this aura like he's some noble with a healthy amount of pride. When in truth Varis was anything but that.
Varis politely took off his cap and made sure to wipe the bottom of his shoes off as he didn't wish to trek dirt and whatever else he might have stepped on. Then he entered the establishment and immediately felt like he was right at home. In a relaxed manner of course. As he approached the counter as the waiter who stood behind said counter politely smiled with that trademark professionalism.
"Good day, is it just going to be you for today?" Varis smiled back.
"That it is." And with that the waiter pulls out a menu before handing it over to Varis.
"Table number 19 is your table sir. The far right next to the windows." Varis nods his head as he takes the menu and begins to walk towards the table. Truthfully it was around lunch time anyways, and after traveling on the train he was in the mood to get something to eat as well.
Varis had just sat down when he noticed a person was walking by on the outside. Long white dress with long hanging sleeves, yet sporting long, lavender with strands of white hair.
Yet in that brief moment, Varis’s memory pulled the same face that remained burned into his mind. The face was so pale with a hint of blue, dark messy hair, bloodshot eyes that reeked with such bloodlust and menacing aura. Varis’s smile faded as he seemed to be so distant yet so near. He didn't even notice that his face turned pale as Varis felt his heart beat irregularly as he remembered the stench. The cruel, bloodied forced grin as this disembodied cackle disturbed him.
Varis took a deep breath as he shut down his mind, stumping out the memory and any form of information as he tried to dismiss the thing that plagued his kind for years. He runs a hand through his silvery hair as he lets out a sigh. Varis really wished that there could be something, anything really, that could dismiss the fear of that… thing. At the same time it was a painful reminder.
Varis blinked, and he realized that he was staring down at the menu that remained on the table in front of him. When one of the waiters came to take his order; Varis luckily already had in mind what he wanted.
"What can we get for you today sir?" The waiter took out a pen and notepad.
"A cup of caramel frappuccino and one of those wake-up wraps with sausage." Clear with what he wants, the waiter writes down the order before he flashes that trademark smile back to Varis.
”It’ll be a few minutes, but I’ll get your coffee.” And with that he turned and walked over to the counter where he started brewing the coffee. Leaving Varis some time to mentally collect himself as he leans back into his chair.
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