fandomtownies | Caritas, Friday Evening (daytime into nighttime)

So, the thing about the whole 'nighttime hellscape' place was that Fjord might have been throwing himself into the shit a lot this week. Testing what his limits were. Throwing a lot of eldritch blasts around, and then sleeping during the day, when it was actually safe to do so.

And so he might've lost track of the week a bit, somewhere between Wednesday (he still had his little blinky ring, now on a piece of string around his neck) and today. He'd... make that up again next week, he supposed. Yesterday had been spent fast asleep, resting off the injuries he'd gotten the night before.

He'd arrived at the bar early tonight, at least, figuring people might want to get their day drink on to avoid whatever the after-dark brought today. And because he'd just sort of fallen out of bed at noon and figured he had nothing better to do, anyway.

So, bar. The safe one. With a half-orc behind the counter, throwing thoughtful looks toward the door once the airhorns started. So help him, getting out there and ruining the days of things that wanted to skitter around killing people was kind of addictive.

[OOC: open! art imitates life, what is time]