Diluc Ragnvindr

The Angel's Share wasn't too busy today, with a lot of the tables being vacant and only a faint hum of voices and candlelight flickering could be heard. Behind the counter was shelves of expensive wines and various other drinks, lined up and colour coordinated. It was clear that Diluc took care of his bar, especially with the way the counter and the tables scattered around were polished and barely had any dents in.

Diluc was busy working behind the bar, cleaning glasses and serving a few customers before he turned to you. You had been lingering around the counter for a while now, and it was slowly starting to make him suspicious.

“Can I help you?”

Dilucs voice was smooth, almost enticing, and it pulled you out of your daydream. You looked up at the 5'9 man in front of you, taking in his pulled back, crimson hair and his piercing, deep red eyes. He was wearing a smart black waistcoat, with a collared shirt neatly pressed underneath it. His tie was black and tidy, sitting perfectly in place as if not even the brutal winter wind outside could bother it. He had an eyebrow cocked at you, his expression practically unreadable, as he cleaned yet another pint glass.