Coming through the back door a slender man entered his bar. Shifting towards the locked front door to allow others to enter. it wasn't long before the casuals had strolled in, and the man took his place behind the bar. It was a slow day. His little bar brought happy drunks the comfort of forgetting their worries and responsibilities. The man was happy in taking part in that. It was a quiet day. That is until a strange man walked in. His white hair, like that of a elderly man, yet this man was young in his years. He watched as the stranger take a seat. The bartender invited to grasp a mug before tilting his body back. Golden liquid ran from a tap and into the mug finishing with a tick layer of light foam. 'On the house" He said with a grin. A tactic that had yet to work, however, he still attempted it. The rest of the day carried on per-usual. A minor bar fight about little nothings that Tom and Adam seems to care so much about that it ended of a chair broken over one's head, and normally it wasn't their own. Cara, a young mother to a fatherless child, proceeding to try and make some money for the night, no matter how many times he had kicked her out. This was his life. It all seemed to quick of a night, too predictable. The morning was just as. He had gone to open up the pub the next day when getting confronted by his wife. They began their spat about the new boy in town, and how her children were working hard to support his careless habits. All the while their youngest clang onto her mothers dress, her black hair, void of all color, bouncing around her head as the massive woman flailed about. Using arm motions and hip swings to express her anger towards the her husband.

A voice catch the ear of all three. The parents of the girl turned their attention towards the man who had began to interfere with their problems. Ebullio hid behind her mother, only to have half her face pop back out as the man began talking to her. Her mother, not all too impressed with the white haired stranger was about the open her wide mouth and curse him out for stealing from her dim-witted husband the night prior, yet the strangers voice beat her own. Unimpressed, but content in taking in his words. When he mentioned his background and interest in taking her away from them, the woman didn't know what to say. Ebullio was her daughter, but as of yet it was hard to provide for all her children. "She is a very good girl, and I..." Painfully her words trailed off. The woman contemplated it more when the stranger pulled out the sag of coins. "She could make that? Bring that home?" She asked looking down at her girl, and bends down. "You will be better off with him. You won't go hungry, and have many of the things we will never." She said as her voice fades to a whisper. Then standing, she looks towards the man. "I-if you can make something better for her than this. Then and only then will I give her to you. " She added fighting tears, as she began bringing the girl closer to the man, not breaking her glaze from the white haired stranger .