[it's been long enough that kiera hasn't seen luca around town or been able to get into the bar. maybe they aren't yet familiar with quite how deep his guilt runs these days, but they do recall a time or two in childhood when he would have minor fits of self-isolation. they don't really know what might have triggered something similar, or even if that's what... this whole thing is. they've just got a feeling it can't be anything good.
so they are pounding on the locked tavern door, in the middle of the day, under the guise of a drunkard run dry. which... is also technically true, but still.]
Hey! Open up, you lazy excuse of a barkeep! You've got customers with good shells to spend!
a few days after The Fuckening
so they are pounding on the locked tavern door, in the middle of the day, under the guise of a drunkard run dry. which... is also technically true, but still.]
Hey! Open up, you lazy excuse of a barkeep! You've got customers with good shells to spend!