(Closed for Joe Wood) It's late in the afternoon, when many cultures have their dinner hour. The pervading heat of day lingers in the air, but it has begun to cool. Signalling the slow approach of Fall and the Summer's decline. Theron can be seen exiting out of the back of the Tavern in the upper part of New Haven. He wears his traditional red and black, belt lined with his book, pens and pouches and a series of charms still dangled off the side bouncing this way and that.
His pace is easy as he hops down the last step, carrying two flasks. Circling to the back along where trees are near the back road he finds Doc and tosses one with him.
"Even at the ending of the world, we can count on vodka to be in supply with the same urgency as weapons." He quipped as he moves to stand facing his brother. He taps his flask to the other. "Vengeance for Jaina," He says using one of the Order's battle cries as a drinking toast.