Spotted: The High King in a late-night gas station in the Catskills.
So, I’m getting my midnight caffeine fix at the local Shell when the door basically shudders off its hinges. In walks a guy with literal horns, wearing a high-collared coat that looks like it cost more than my car, buying a stack of those generic honey buns and a carton of milk. He didn't even look at the clerk, just dropped a gold coin on the counter and walked out. The air in the place felt static—like a thunderstorm waiting to happen. The clerk is still shaking. Who does that?
Wait, did anyone see who was in the car waiting for him? No way he drives himself.
Reply to just_here_for_the_drama： Empty car, engine running, tinted windows. Creepy.
The 'gold coin' story sounds fake. Probably just a collector's item or a prop.
Reply to skeptical_bystander： I saw it with my own eyes. It wasn't a prop.
Wait, is that ? I recognize those horns from the news coverage on the Rift border incident.
Reply to local_night_owl： No way he’s buying honey buns. This has to be a lookalike.
Imagine being the clerk. Do you report it to the human magical registry or just lock the door and pray?
He needs a nap and a tailor. That coat is a mess at the hem.
Whatever he's doing, it's not court business. He looks... almost bored?
Gold coin? Like a literal antique? The man is allergic to modern life and I am kind of living for it.
He’s been stressed lately. The border sensors have been spiking all week near Blackthorn Keep. He’s likely looking for a distraction, not a feast.