Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190920081520/@comment-26517142-20190929232248

Jeiel sits on the prepared seat by the counter, bringing down the duffel bag he was carrying on his shoulders. He looks around and nods. "Nice place you got here. (To Lina) Ah yes. Cold water. For now. Also..."

Noticing that there was no one near the counter at the moment, Jeiel lowered his voice. "...I was hoping you could find me someone... who lives here. (Eyes glint) A man... by the name of Lance."