A new patron entered. Clay looked up as the tavern door swung shut behind him.
A heavily armoured fellow, looking like he had a story or two to tell. The bar keep looked at him for a short moment and wondered what that story might be. His menial cleaning duties suddenly halted by this curiosity, but then as fleeting as the idea came, so too did it pass as Clayton realised he didn’t really care and continued on to tidying up the bar and service area.

[@ravenicus]