Post by LYRE PONCE on Feb 18, 2018 11:50:48 GMT -6
Lyre had left the White Wyvern and found himself mildly buzzed and wandering into an antique shop. It had been a long time since he had been in one, mostly because they made him feel old, but after a night of drinking he supposed he could do with some nostalgia. As long as he didn’t touch anything glass it was probably going to be fine. Though, his attention was of course caught by the colored glass vases.
”I think my ex-wife had like three hundred of these things, I wonder what happened to them,” he mused aloud while staring at a nice blue one in particular. She had kind of made a point to never see him again so he had no idea where all of them went after she passed a few years ago.