[color=f7941d][i][i][center][h1]Oswald Krate[/h1][/center][/i][/i][/color]

It sure enough, was what Oswald had expected. And surprisingly, it had a relaxed atmosphere, despite it not being particularly busy.

Oswald removed his hat and wiped his brow, then made his way to the bar, waving off the girls offering their attention.
With a yawn, he sat heavily upon the stool, tired from his journey coming to the town, and from wandering around the town itself.

"Afternoon sir. What'll it be?" came the voice of the bartender, as he walked towards Oswald. The man was surprisingly well dressed for his position.

Oswald shifted himself on the stool for more comfort whilst thinking. [color=f7941d]"Hmm...a nice cold light beer, or perhaps a cider. I'm not sure, surprise me."[/color] Oswald replied with a friendly smile. And the bartender simply nodded before going about it.

To his left came a slighty loud giggle from one of the saloon girls entertaining a clearly drunk man, Oswald watched as the man wasn't holding too much back, and as she tried to keep control of her situation.
Oswald rolled his eyes shaking his head as he looked away.

"W-*burp*what you lookin' at?" Oswald sighed, [color=f7941d][i]Oh for gods sake[/i][/color] he thought to himself. He then looked toward the man and simply said, [color=f7941d]"Nothing."[/color] before looking away. The man was much more drunk than expected.

"Yes you*burp*were. You were lookin' at me. What you want?" the drunkard said barely keeping himself steady on the stool with a bottle in hand.

Oswald didn't pay attention to him at all.

"H-hey i'm talkin' to you!" the man said before he raised his bottle about to attack, and as he did, Oswald then turned to face the man, and a spectral hand then shot out of Oswald and reached into the drunkards gut, pulling out a chained book. The man was confused as he remained paralysed in that pose.

Oswald began reading every page of the book at an impossibly quick rate, and after 20 seconds, he finished it. The hand appearing again to shove the book back into the man. [color=f7941d]"How terribly dull."[/color] Oswald then said as he turned away from the man.

The drunkard regained control over his body. Still confused, he realised he had pissed himself. Shortly after, the drunkard fell off his stool and fell asleep as soon as he hit the floor.

Oswald stood up and moved further down to another stool, to at least get away from the smell.

He then spent about an hour or so keeping to himself as he pondered and edited his notes, occasionally speaking with the bartender about a few topics.

The saloon slowly got busier and busier, and eventually it became too much, so Oswald left and headed back to the hotel. The streets were still bustling with citizens as the day went on. The heat had died down a bit, so at least that was managable.

And as he passed an alleyway, he noticed someone walk through a wall as though there were a door there, and quickly shook his head, thinking that his fatigue was getting to him. He soon returned to the hotel and called it an early night.
Tomorrow, the shanty town.