A Godly Entrance

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Loki glanced up at the name of the building he was currently surveying, as a frown crossed his brow. "The Yendi's Arms." Yet, no coat of arms could be seen. Well, wasn't this a turn out for the books. It wasn't everyday a god of Asgard found himself walking into a café/eating establishment, whilst just getting acquainted with the Nexus.

Whoever will run across him him will notice he is dressed in black leather armour, complete with straps along with a green cloak with gold filigree trim and plates. Quite the show for one who appreciated fine Asgardian fashion and comfort. Of course, his armour served him in battle and he looked the warrior just as much with his long, raven dark hair and piercing green eyes.

Was he thirsty? It couldn't hurt to pursue a glass of red wine or mead if they so served it here. The hunger for answers sated his thirst more so than his need for an actual beverage. It looked a very comfortable space though and one that probably drew different people from far and wide.

"I suppose the age of question applies of what does a god have to do to get a drink around here?"