Imperatus Rex
Semper Imperatus
Icarus sits at the tavern swilling ale. He is jobless, and there have been no bounties posted. Crawling into a bottle helped ease his restless nature, he wasn't used to not having new silver in his pocket.
His ale is empty now, when he hears the footsteps of someone behind him.
"What do you want?"
His ale is empty now, when he hears the footsteps of someone behind him.
"What do you want?"