[Barok van Zieks is just minding his own business, checking his notes before making his way back towards the residential area from a few last errands to prepare for the opening of the bar and winery he's been putting so much time and effort into. He never pesters anybody else, really, and so he feels that he deserves to be left alone in turn. And even with the sudden appearance of the strangers from yet another world and their equally strange town emerging within Reverein, perhaps he would have been.
Except that Herlock Sholmes is here, and has inflicted his own special magic upon the place, in a manner of speaking.
Somehow, melted chocolate makes for a quieter approach than even some of the more discreet predators, and when the mess of candy that might have once been man-shaped manages to put its gooey hand on the man's coat, he nearly jumps out of it, immediately whirling around and backstepping an impressive distance. When you have legs this long, you might as well use them.]
early March; in person
Except that Herlock Sholmes is here, and has inflicted his own special magic upon the place, in a manner of speaking.
Somehow, melted chocolate makes for a quieter approach than even some of the more discreet predators, and when the mess of candy that might have once been man-shaped manages to put its gooey hand on the man's coat, he nearly jumps out of it, immediately whirling around and backstepping an impressive distance. When you have legs this long, you might as well use them.]
What in God's name—