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Conda sets the bottle down with a conscious effort to make a little noise. He suspects he is not entirely too visible and wants to give away some of his secrecy for the hell of it.

"[i]Well who could this be?[/i]" He thinks, knowing well it could be anyone.

Conda turns around on his stool to face the bar, pulls a beautiful ornamental ivory pipe out from his inner coat, then tobacco. A deep orange flame burns bright on his match, moving with one languid motion in the dim lit tavern- then nothing but smoke and ember and an outline of Conda sitting there breathing deep moving breaths in between puffs of his pipe.

"Puff" his face lights up- a strong brutal jaw with a single scar set across it.
"Puff" his mouth and nose both angular in their own ways...
"Puff" eyes bright copper, constantly searching and cruel in nature.

He can now see it's a girl.. a young one.

Finally Conda calls at the visitor.
"I just know you didn't travel all this way just to stand at the doorway, correct?"