From time to time the individual would phase out of wherever he was and sometimes, only sometimes, would he phase back into that same reality. Looking at his hands that were seeming to solidify before him, Ghiar glanced around the room and realized that he was back in the tavern. Back in the place where he started work, not too long ago? How long have I been gone?
Deciding to allow his gaze to go around the room, he must have phased out since he was wounded. Maybe his body couldn't handle it in such a solid form. Taking a few steps around, his somewhat curious eyes kept landing on different patrons' faces. This place seemed to always appear busy in one way or another. Should he go back to work?
"Aren't you the newer kid?" He heard someone say and he put his attention to them. That was the man he served last time or was serving? This was an odd ordeal for him.
Ghiar shook his head, "Yes, I would say I am still new," yet he misunderstood the man's gesture for his attention.
"Why don't you go get me a beer?" The man asked.
Ghiar smiled at the individual before going through with the task. It did not take long for Ghiar to deliver the beer to the man and for the man to pat Ghiar on the back. "Now get out of my sight boy."
The gray humanoid gave another smile before removing himself from the situation. What odd folks. Was that the oddest he has ever seen? No. Ghiar went around the counter of the bar and placed his hand on the wood. "I wonder if I still have a job here?" He was curious. Maybe he should just continue working like nothing happened till someone says something? He would figure it out soon enough.
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