Rentris entered and went to the bar to begin quietly speaking with the barkeep, hoping to relax from his trip to the saltlands of Tear. He didn't immediately notice, but the bar seemed...off. That's when Rentris saw him: a whitecloak sitting at a table. He was staring at another whitecloak that had just entered. A lustful sigh seemed to escape the one sitting at the table as the Children's eyes locked, the newcomer licking his lips and nodding slowly. The sitting whitecloak made an eager motion to have the second one join him.
The tired Red Eagle could overhear snippets of their conversation drift through the monotone droning of the barkeep.
hasp wrote:"Boys...like these very often...more manly than...Not hard... but not very..."
The first Child seemed to be smiling now.
Thaden wrote: ...and prodding...backside...with...objects, so I do. Now...lady boys..."
Suddenly the first Child stood up to stare out the window, the second one eyeing him eagerly and seemingly deep in a fantasy as the other walked away.
Rentris then understood what kind of bar this was as he slipped back out into the streets.