He had been dreading this date for some time, he was never one to celebrate his birthday. He didnāt like it when he lived with his family and liked it even less after he left. While most people would have planned a great party for such a milestone, he had all but forgotten what day it was. Most years, he would try and make it a point to get away, to sulk in a bar or have left the city on a mission as a distraction. This year, with the brittle cold and more snow then ever before, missions or being capable of leaving were far and few between. Instead, he had gone about his day as usual.Ā
He had sat in his favoriteĀ booth in the front of the cafe where all the patrons were, drinking one of several cups of coffee that had been cleared from the table. That in its self would have been consideredĀ strange had it not become his new norm for the last several months but a lot of thingsĀ had changed about him. He didnāt drink as much tea, he read less, he wrote less, he wasnāt as active and lacked the motivationĀ to do or seek out creed work but considering it was winter, there wasnāt much for to start with.
With a quill and couple of blank sheets of parchment set aside on the offhanded chance, he would overhear some useful information. He spent his day watching the patrons come in and out or mingleĀ amongst themselves and watched the stage entertainment as it cycled through its usual acts. SometimesĀ having the odd conversation with someone he knew before they went about their day.Ā
