A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
This man's achievements were made public by the Duke and apparently, he's living in the Imperial Quarters now.
'He could get me in…' Theoron's eyes shone brightly and he slowly got up.
A while later, Constantine bid farewell to the guards and entered a bar. He was low-key and didn't bother anyone.
Yet, his sheer temperament made it hard for anyone to ignore him. But it also made them wary of approaching him.
Under this situation, Theoron sat in the high chair next to him and ordered a strong cocktail.
After taking a couple more shots, he started speaking. "Mister Constant, I've something to say."
Varian raised a brow and properly acted, showing his vigilance. But inwardly, he laughed. 'You have taken the bait, little guy.
"Speak."