Shadoweagle sauntered into the tavern, already heavily intoxicated by the christmas cheer (And a none-too-little amount of grog). In one hand held a half-empty mug and in the other, several twisted, christmas tree pendants hung on a metal chain. As he passed each person, he gave a necklace to them before finally making it to an unoccupied seat at the same table as AG, where he plonked heavily down and drew back in his robes, silently taking in the commotion of the tavern. T'will be his one year anniversary of Citadelian residence on the 19th or december, and he was pondering on whether or not to do something special for it.
*Hic*
