A r g u s L e a n d r o s
The doors to Wolven Pyre creak open as a young man pushes his way through with a load of boxes in hand. Each shift and movement brought with it a number of clacks and clicks as Argus slowly made his way to the bar counter, setting the box down with a grunt.
"Here are the tonics from town that you wanted Ms. Meredith." As the young man walked out from behind the boxes, a bright red hand mark could be seen plastered across the side of his face, though he didn't seem to pay it any mind as he fixed his hat and took a seat at the counter. He did angle his face in such a way that the mark was facing away from the old bartender, however. "You could've told me it'd be so heavy tho, felt like I might've pulled something hefting it all the way here."