Dr Edgar Swansea

@themidnightphysician

Another night, another shift at the bar. It was one of those more boring shifts as well. Weeknights were always pretty dull. It was the same old two or three people, and no performances. 

Sometimes Antonio or Leofric showed up for a drink, taking advantage of the quieter setting, but not tonight. So Bill was entertaining himself for the most part, whistling a cheerful little tune while stacking clean glasses with a surprising efficiency. 

But it was then that he heard the door opening, and the patron’s scent caught his nose. 

Fresh blood. Literally and figuratively. This would certainly make his shift a little more interesting. 

He didn’t turn around until he knew the newcomer was seated and settled. Bill figured it would be nice to at least allow that. But then he moved to face the man, giving him a quick grin. 

Of course, to most people, he looked an ordinary bartender, with his tall stance, broad build, red hair and beard, and those grey eyes. To certain others, his red sclerae, deathly pale skin, almost-white irises, and those horrible dark veins criss-crossing his flesh would betray him as a monster. 

Edgar was never one to imbibe often but after a long week at Pembroke he thought a change of scenery would help clear his mind. A local pub had caught his attention after a patient of his had boasted about the quiet atmosphere and a most welcoming bartender who ran the place. He had heard of the Turquoise Turtle before but had preferred to stay away due to the location and certain clientele. This location seemed quite the contrary.

As he pushed open the doors, the doctor took in his surroundings with curiosity. It certainly had a peaceful atmosphere to it and interesting decor. Perhaps he’d be able to find some tranquility here to forget about the past week's struggles. The doctor made his way to the bar and took a seat at the counter. At first glance, the man working looked ordinary from behind and Edgar let his eyes scan through the impressive lineup of spirits.

Back in his schooling days, Edgar was no stranger to absinth. One could argue that it carried him through his entire medical journey and helped him to spot the signs of the creatures of the night. However, with the newly made law outright banning the drink, he seemed to be at a crossroads. “Hello my dear fellow, I don't suppose you'd be up to recommending me something? Perhaps a favorite of the locals will do? I know that you're no stranger to….Bill, was it?” Swansea hesitated to finish his thought as he was greeted by a smiling Ekon.

The doctor had to remember his manners but it wasn’t his intention to meet another vampire this evening. How had Dr. Reid or Lady Ashbury fail to mention this BIll to him? To anyone else, the fellow would merrily look terribly fatigued but to Edgar, he was a familiar face. “Pardon my naivete, it's been ages since I’ve visited a pub. I’m head of the Pembroke Hospital and a patient of mine mentioned you’d be here. It's a pleasure to meet you, I’m Doctor Edgar Swansea but please call me Edgar. I'm merely another patron this evening!”

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

Bridget is my muse and my wifey. I love her fondly. Despite her wounds, she’s still the most beautiful woman in vampyr game haha. 

I wanted to finish the drawing and make a couple of sketches, but my stylus was discharged. Well, not today.