At least, that's what it seems like, as the new barmaid-slash-bouncer weaves her way between tables, seeing to it that everyone is situated and knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she is There, and she is Watching.
From the outside, Magne is perfectly normal, perfectly human in a long, lovely emerald-green skirt and fine boots. None of which would likely register, spaced out as César is, when she approaches and thunks down a tankard on the table in front of him just hard enough to hopefully jar him out of his reverie.
"Look alive, new guy," she chuckles at him, her hand landing on her hip. "Keep spacing out and the monsters are going to eat you."
Shortly post-arrival, Oak & Iron
At least, that's what it seems like, as the new barmaid-slash-bouncer weaves her way between tables, seeing to it that everyone is situated and knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she is There, and she is Watching.
From the outside, Magne is perfectly normal, perfectly human in a long, lovely emerald-green skirt and fine boots. None of which would likely register, spaced out as César is, when she approaches and thunks down a tankard on the table in front of him just hard enough to hopefully jar him out of his reverie.
"Look alive, new guy," she chuckles at him, her hand landing on her hip. "Keep spacing out and the monsters are going to eat you."