There were many things that Alasdair both loved and hated about his home. He loved the fact that it was safe from slavers, the curiosity of the natural lighting streaming from the giant mushrooms, the way the entire operation functioned under the idea of working towards a goal for the betterment of the people. The means justifying the end in a sense. A goal he had believed in and supported when Jake was here. But now Jake was dead and Ced was... who the hell knew, he certainly didn’t despite what some people believed. And Alasdair was just… here. And he hated that. The City of Shadows had been his home for so long now but suddenly the family he had come to find there was gone again. With Cedric being the one at fault for Jake’s death even. No, not at fault. His murderer if the rumors were to be believed. It didn’t make any sense. The two men had been such good friends, had saved Alasdair’s life and taken him under their wings. In return he loved the elder man and Garou like brothers. Just nothing he had been hearing made any sense.
So as was natural for the young man he had taken the news by locking himself in his study with only the comfort of his books and thoughts. The longer Alasdair had stayed locked in his room the less conclusions he had come to and the more questions he had. Why would Cedric suddenly turn on Jake? Who took over now? It clearly wasn’t a power grab on Ced’s part with him disappearing. Hell even his phones were dead; all of them. Should Alasdair even stay? Would it be safe with his ties to Jake and Ced? His work wasn’t done but would the new leader allow him to continue? Things just were starting to feel… weird. One of the few orders of business would have to be going top-side and seeing if he could track down Ced. Maybe he could explain. If he couldn’t… Well it wouldn’t be the first or last fight Alasdair had ever gotten in. At least it might give him some answers even if they weren’t ones he necessarily wanted.
So after a week, Alasdair had finally extracted himself from books enough for necessary self-care that he had seriously neglected. Dressing in clean clothes he opted for something nicer; a clean white shirt and a jacket over black jeans. After all, this would be his time to mourn and remember his brother. It looked like he would be adding another date to his wrist. He double checked his reflection, combing his fingers through his hair trying to the tame the dark locks before giving up and heading outside. Wand tucked in his jacket pocket, Alasdair was thankful that the temperament of the city itself hadn’t seemed to shift too much with their leader’s death. The whispers were louder and more persistent but nothing too drastic or dangerous from what he could sense.
He let his mind wander as his legs took him the familiar route to the one bar he actually had come to frequent over the years. It was a little hole-in-the-wall shop that had been opened by another fugitive from the wizarding world. The man, Denis, had fallen in love with a Muggle and married his sweetheart right before the take over; they had fled to the City of Shadows before any ill-will could befall them. An easy smile graced Alasdair’s face with the thought. It was people like the Webbers, who now had two beautiful children, that had motivated his work in the Syndicate. Forced him to think very hard about whether the new leader would be good and continue the work he was supporting or if he should flee again. He glanced up at the stone building with a small sigh before heading inside and quickly took a seat at the bar.
”Two firewhiskeys please. Neat,” Alasdair ordered politely.
He shot the one, cringing at the burn. He didn’t much care for the liquor but it had been Jake’s favorite so it would be his drink for the night. A quiet celebration and remembrance of the man. A contemplation of Cedric, the perceived betrayer. And one of the lonelier nights he had had in a long time. He leaned against the counter with a slight smile as he lost himself in his thoughts again.