Well Eriadu had been, well, interesting. That was putting it mildly, the celebration for the victory at Korriban had begun with a sour taste in the Firrerrian’s mouth, but over the night it ebbed and flowed as he watched chaos erupt around him. Wodan still felt guilty for not being there when the kettle began to boil over, instead being locked in a tussle with his bladder. Perhaps if he had been there he would have been able to stop everything going to shit and causing at least three sets of tears of assorted members of the invitees.
After he woke up the next morning, still on the ballroom floor, the Tiefling was nowhere to be seen and a few quick messages signalled that he was long gone. Wodan had hoped to speak to his friend as soon as they were sober, to hopefully get to the bottom of exactly what happened that night. He had seen the pain and misery Altair went through that night and how it was eating up the inside of him. Wodan wanted that pain out of his brother as soon as possible, so had arranged a meet up as soon as he was free from whatever pulled him away that night.
Wodan had forked out a fair bit of change to arrange today’s little meeting, they both could do with some relaxation after what had gone down over the previous few weeks and he hoped the relaxed nature of the meeting would help Altair unravel whatever was going on inside his head. ‘The Sapphire Water’ had been cleared out for the afternoon, it would just be the two Sith and the staff today.
Pulling out his phone he checked the time again, granted he was early, the guilt from the party had transferred to nervousness in the day or so since he organised the meetup, so he had arrived thirty minutes early. Wodan was dressed to relax, in a black printed vest, red shorts and some hightops, a bag was slung over his shoulder with a spare set of clothes, hairbrush, deodorant, etc for after just encase they decided to hit somewhere else up after the face.
He checked the time again, it was still ten to.
@Sreeya