Felix Caelus

“Well, this is the Nexus – I can’t promise there won’t be surprise bubbles,” he teases. His is a very untroubled soul indeed. “But I do hope it passes muster. A shame if we had to choose between our drinks and our dancing.”

It’s a little crowded around the bar, but one of the bartenders (who might be part elf herself) spots the new customers and nips over to take their orders. Given all the dancing they’re doing, Felix orders an ale he knows, light, refreshing and faintly nutty from what he remembers. He glances at Amelia enquiringly. “I don’t know if you’re willing to trust me…”