#farenduilstater

This was the longest that Micah had been sober, by a stretch. His hair was thicker, his skin was better, he’d started exercising again, and he’d managed to hold down a job. Apparently he was cut out for the employment thing because it wasn’t half bad. Granted, Micah spent most of the time schmoozing with customers but that was generally a good thing because they bought a lot of shit. “Hey old man, interest you in a rose quarts?” Micah asked as he looked the man over, Farenduil looked rough.