Tombstone Estate

[Daerune]

Vaelin sat listening to the performance that his friend was giving, he remember Doc playing frequently at Texas, a sad smile formed on his lips for a moment, his fingers interlacing over his chest. “You mightn’t know how you feel consciously, but your music, I would believe would seek to express that quality, you’re drinking mightn’t be a problem, make sure it doesn’t come so, some people use alcohol to escape their minds but I am sure you know that apparently alcohol is classed as a depressant – Maybe you could give some thought or contemplation into how you feel, if you want to talk, consider me here to talk – I am sure you know how to gain my attention through the neural net – I do have one request though In all this, call me Vaelin from now on.”

He moved to the window once again looking over the state of the land with a thoughtful look, he was considering at least taking him up on the offer though he was unsure on smartness in being complacent, he might have wished to leave his past behind him but it wasn’t exactly something he could control if it decided to come knocking. “I intuitively felt the need to come back here, for selfish reasons or not, I have no inclination into the feeling of needing to come back, I am more of a tactician then a strategist.”

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