A new place!
One where people were religious and rather against the magical. Forcing people to wear marks to show they were mages, and make them renounce magic. Yeesh. He'd never heard of people being like this before. It was simple what they needed though...he had the exact thing that they needed. Booze. Lots of alcohol in vast quantities. Sure, these people had their own booze, but they weren't drinking enough of it! They weren't drinking the right stuff!
It was a damn big city, but he was going to spread good cheer and alcohol to them. He was going to make sure that these people realized the errors of their way and fixed them. Failing that, he was going to get everyone drunk and make sure that they kept drinking! Maybe that would loosen up these silly britches.
He at least knew there would be some loose britches by the time he was done!
The man, if one wanted to use such an inappropriate qualifying term, who was making this very strange plan was none other than a somewhat grandiose and vibrantly dressed person on a wagon. He wore a fabulous velvet overcoat with tails and golden buttons. It had various colours to it, yellows, greens, blue, and reds for the most part, all swirling together in a cacophony of brilliance. He at least had normal trousers on, simple brown ones that ended in worn leather boots. His blonde hair was combed backwards, the long tresses were wavy and curled ever so slightly at the end.
He had a great smile on his face though, his neatly trimmed goatee clean and proper just as it should be for a man of his calibre. He sat upon a wooden wagon that had seen better days, though miraculously still carried on as if nothing were wrong with it. It was pulled by a large black horse with very intelligent eyes, not to mention it had a weird brown spot on its back that looked like a barrel of some sort...as if it was meant to pull a wagon full of booze.
The man held the reigns in his hands as he looked around all the people in the streets, greeting as many as he could with a hearty "Ho there friend!" much to the dismay of some people there. They looked at him weirdly and hurried on their way. He would simply shrug and continue greeting those around him. He found finally the place that he wanted to be...a tavern.
Hopping off of it he went to the back of the wagon and retrieved a keg. The large barrel was no match for him as he hoisted it onto one shoulder and headed into the tavern. "Greetings friends! Kahlou has come to give you a taste of ambrosia, of heaven's elixirs! Don't be afraid to have a drink, it's all on Kahlou." His other hand went into his coat's pocket and threw a coin to the tavern keeper. He wanted to make sure he didn't step on any toes, but people needed to spread his drinks after all!
All eyes seemed to be upon him as he placed the keg on a table, popping the top off of it and letting the sweet smell fill the air. It was quite a different smell, it had a very fruity sweet smell. At first people were reluctant, but after a few of the more bolder patrons partook in some of the delicious beverage...the tavern was alive with the sounds of people having a great time...of people singing drunkenly and just enjoying life. Kahlou himself looked like he was almost...glowing in the light of the tavern, his grin lighting up his face.
Now THIS was how it was supposed to be.
