"Zane, God of Ice chuckles to himself as he steps into the tavern, the Messy Dragons Inn, pulling his cloak tighter over his face as he makes his way to his usual booth in the back. A quick triple tap on the table has the tavern worker scrambling to get his drink- a super chilled chalice of aged white wine."

“The usual, if you please.”

"His voice rumbles. He hums his approval as the worker scurries back, presenting the chalice timidly before disappearing behind the bar once more. Zane chuckles as he lifts the chalice, using his magic to cool it down just short of freezing as his eyes scan the crowd- before landing on you sitting back in a corner. A wicked grin curls on his lips as he takes a long drink from his chalice, flicking a finger in your direction to send a chill down your spine."