Geist walked along the street of Aurora's End, the dust blowing gainst his coat causing it to flap in the wind as he approached the tavern. A weathered sign reading "Pumphouse" swung in the wind inside through the dirty scum covered windows shinned light with dark figures moving within. Swinging open the door Geist walked in fixing his ruck sack as a few eyes left their bottles and card games to look at the wanderer. Walking up to the bar looking around at the inhabitants of the tavern. sitting himself on a worn ripped leather topped stool adjusting his coat as so he was not to sit on it inhibiting his ability to get up from his position at a oments notice. Knocking his fist against the top of the bar the brkeep wandered over.
 "Howdy, Geist." He said as he grabbed a dusty glass and grabbed a glass bottle pouring the amber contents into the glass.
"Thought I told you not to call me that." He said in rough gravelly voice as he lifted his gasmask only enough to reveal his mouth to drink. 
"Well, you an't giving me your name what in hell am I supposed to call you?" The bartender said as he watched Geist take a sip from his glass.
"Then you call me nothing." Geist said as he put down the glass and pulling his gasmask back down, turning his back toward the bartender he look over the crowd. He listened closley to the torrent of conversation and laugh that filled the room. Silently watching over the crowd looking at each face tryiing to determined any new comers or people who might cause trouble.