@ Room 17 [@Vismar]

The mans bare shoulder was cold to her touch. He wore no shirt, only a pair of old tattered jeans. His wide muscular chest and arms were decorated with various light scars. Just beside him, out of reach of his hand, an empty bottle lay on the floor. Besides Vivi's movement everything else remained perfectly still.

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@ The Bar [@Triesa]
"[i]I'm afraid without a proper chef our menu is limited to one of simple skill but our options are still wide. Make a suggestion and I'll see to it as best as available.[/i]"

The barman shuffles around behind the bar and draws forth a bottle of red wine, pouring it into one of his pristinely cleaned glasses. It was a deep red liquid with a faint fruity fragrance. Before sipping it he asks.

"[i]And of you? What brings you here? Are you a fighter? What do you fight for?[/i]"