Finally to be free! Kahl thought as he took off the eye patch and its stuffy presence on his lid. His itching and wincing was finally gone after it got all uncomfortable a day ago. The soft breeze felt nice especially over that covered eye. The sun and the locale was all so wonderful. And yet he was getting the hell out of this place and into the local bar. He walked swiftly from the air strip and into the town proper as he tried to avoid all the other passengers disembarking and mingling there. Perhaps some were talking to relatives and family that lived here. Regardless of that he didn't care outside of that there was a large crowd. There were a handful of kiddies running around as he walked around but it probably due to the blitzball. Something he himself was here to observe although it would be false to call him a lover of the sport.

Five minutes later he'd find himself in the center of village, which at this point seemed like a misnomer given all the activity and people. Eventually he'd find his bar and walk inside.  "I'll have a Sour Monkey with a Wiffle," he said, "No wait make it a Purple Sour Monkey with a Wiffle." He placed a good amount of money to pay for it telling the man to keep the change and took the drink to a table and placed it. With needless dramatic flair he took of his longcoat and let flop on the chair adjacent to where he'd be sitting.