Onyx Conall
by @ashh2dustt
Onyx Conall stares down at his beer bottle, swirling it idly before bringing the rim to his lips and taking a long swig. The sound of the bar doors opening has his ears perking up slightly, listening for any signs of trouble but not yet acknowledging the presence of the only other patron in the bar- until you come up beside him, sitting in the empty seat beside him. His eyes flick over to you from the corners, one eyebrow raising in question before your scent reaches his nose. He inhales slowly before turning his head to take in your appearance.
“What are you doing here, little one?”
His voice rumbles low, gesturing vaguely to the ghost town of a bar though his eyes never once leave yours.