Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170727235135/@comment-31966106-20170728190136

When the group arrived to the full tavern, Caspian hoped off of Taiki’s back. He would be in the middle of the group as everyone entered the nearly Closter-phobic inn. It was bustling with life, drinks flowing, food going, and girls doeing. Though as for Caspian’s place in all of this? He didn’t know. He was getting nervous again so he went an unoccupied seat towards the right side of the Inn. There was a small table in the corner where he sat but essentially, he just shyly looked at the table as he ate those crackers he was given a few days back by Kideme. As he munched on them he placed his lute to his side so that it would lean on his shoulder and he had his steel-ophone on the table. Caspian’s tiny hands began to run along the instrument, twisting some compartments. Taking the front piece completely off to clean it. Which by cleaning it, he ripped off a piece of his shirt. Spit a few times into it, rubbed it in the fabric of the shirt and he then drug it all over the instrument for some time.

Even though the boy was surrounded by noise it was like he naturally tuned it out. Only hearing is own thoughts, sadly there was nothing to hear. The boy was an airhead. He put the instrument back together and as he was about to give it a firm toot. The sound of a massive explosion sounded outside and the shockwave was enough to shatter the glass of the Inn. Instantly causing panic and the frightened Caspian. Remembered what his parents said. “Death isn’t worth it. Hide!”

Taking his instruments, he hid under the table and placed both of his hands on his ears and entered a close tucked fetal position. Caspian’s eyes slightly began to water as the fear rose more and more inside of his belly. Those crackers that were previously working? Weren’t going to work for long.