and a gentlman clad in flowing robes of mute, opalescent colors fades into view near the counter. His curly hair, though thinning and showing some grey, and his copper-colored beard suggest the happy dancing of flames among embers in the hearth. Bi-focals perch at the end of his nose in pince-nez fashion, but his steel-blue eyes are yet clear and hold a glittering spark of hard-won wisdom -- or perhaps it's just mischief. Riding upon his arm is a large raven whose feathers shine with the color and sheen of polished jet.
'Mornin', all. The BAS is tempting, but I could never resist the urge to adulterate it, myself. So, it's an evil double ibarra mocha for me. |
