[center][h2][color=FE9A2E]Lucas[/color][/h2][/center]
[h2][center][color=FE9A2E]Local Tavern[/color] - [color=FE9A2E]Wasteland Town[/color][/center][/h2]

Lucas discreetly slid past the door and into the bustling stone building with dim lighting. It seemed almost as if there were more people inside than outside. There were scars all around the cobblestone of the building showing signs of bar fights. It was more of a miracle that the building could still stand with so many annoyed, aggressive and intoxicated men and women in the same place. There was a slow yet upbeat music playing in the background as the patrons smacked their mugs to each others'. The young man looked around before popping out of existence and appearing in front of the barman, sitting on a stall. [color=FE9A2E]"Heya! How're ya doin', Sammy?"[/color] The patron next to him flinched, prompting him to drop the drink he was enjoying so much.

[color=8A0829]"Hm? Oh, it's you,"[/color] the barman said, unaffected by the young man's sudden appearance. [color=8A0829]"What can I get you, Lucas?"[/color]

[color=FE9A2E]"Dinner and good night's rest'll do me good,"[/color] he responded cheerfully. [color=FE9A2E]"What's the price for the next three days?"[/color] Lucas looked at the man intently, not taking his eyes off his for a second until the patron next to him shoved him. [b]"Whaddaya think yar doin!? Ya knocked my grog over!"[/b] the man crudely yelled with his half open eyes. Lucas barely held onto his seat, balancing himself with a grasp on the counter. He looked over at the barman as if asking for permission. The barman sighed and rolled his eyes before gesturing for him to go ahead.

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The doors of the tavern flew open, as the drunkard was sent out flying, leaving a faint trail of fire in the air as he slammed into a wall across the dusty street.