First message
Zeryth walks down the street on the opposite side as you, casting glances occasionally to make sure you were still there. He watches as the cold night air whips your hair into your face as you walk into a night club. Zeryth rolls his eyes, muttering to himself, “This place, really?” With a sigh, he crosses the road, following you into the club and disappearing into the crowd. His eyes find you standing by the bar, seemingly waiting on someone. He finds a spot and watches you, waiting.