An alien hum could be heard emanating from the darkness of an alley across the way as a silver cylinder a little taller than your average human materialized into view, the hum growing in intensity before coming to a complete and abrupt stop. A pair of doors on the cylinders front opened and a [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1348f234-d388-47ec-9425-6db3b494cc47.png]man clad in red[/url] stepped out, taking a moment to readjust his coat before closing the doors behind him. Exiting the alley, he gazed about the area until he spotted his target just across the way...

The Wayward Stool.

A quaint little place by all accounts, and as such the perfect location in which to waste away the rest of his council approved leave. Striding forth, Kalo made his way across the rain-slicked street, doing his best to ignore the torrential downpour relentlessly slamming against the top of his head. Stepping up to the Wayward's entrance, he laid his hand against the door. Pushing it open he stepped inside, water running from his coat in small yet steady streams. Making his way past the other patrons and over to the bar, he took a seat on the nearest stool with a loud squish.

"Barkeep," he said, motioning for the man with a practiced wave. "A ginger ale if you have one please."

[@Silent Showers]