Cubefall with Emcee

Sinric's room is much as it was last time Emcee visited, although the bar has kindly upgraded the size of his bed to a queen to fit this rather larger body.

The only thing out of place is a rather ornate Sino court costume, stuffed unceremoniously into a chest in the corner, the fine silk crushed.

Sinric ignores it, rather pointedly and offers Emcee his hand. "Would you like a drink? I've grown rather fond of the mead the Northmen favour."

He feels strangely nervous and unsure.