[@Billsomething]"If ye want something stronger lad then yer gonna have to beat me in a drinking contest, every time we drink we get something stronger than before. So how bout it?" Snarf leans his arm on the counter.


That's when the doors swing open, and a pale, red haired man walks in trailed by two people in black suits and sunglasses."Dam it's been a long time since I've been here, wonder if they still have the same bartender." He walks to the circular corner table, moving his way to middle of the bench he leans back looking across the floor scanning the current patrons of the tavern. The two black suits sit either side of the man.