This became a typical event in his evening, after a long day of gathering information and going about his daily routine. He would head to the Sands, to have a drink and look over the information he had collected throughout his day. It all became a habit to Keiragi, even down to the clothing he wore. The short sleeve brown leather
jacket, with a red tunic underneath it. A black pair of of pants, and the brown leather boots.
He pushed the doors open to the Sands, making his way straight to the bar to order a drink. He didn’t bother giving a look around the room or  pay any mind to the patrons for the evening, figuring them to the same drunken fools he saw nearly on a daily basis. With his drink in hand now, he made his way over to an empty table, tossing the stack of papers he held onto the tabletop, as he took a seat. His gaze lingered on the stack for a moment, at the same time the glass lifted upwards allowing him to take long swig of its contents, before he got to work reading over the papers.
jacket, with a red tunic underneath it. A black pair of of pants, and the brown leather boots.
He pushed the doors open to the Sands, making his way straight to the bar to order a drink. He didn’t bother giving a look around the room or  pay any mind to the patrons for the evening, figuring them to the same drunken fools he saw nearly on a daily basis. With his drink in hand now, he made his way over to an empty table, tossing the stack of papers he held onto the tabletop, as he took a seat. His gaze lingered on the stack for a moment, at the same time the glass lifted upwards allowing him to take long swig of its contents, before he got to work reading over the papers.
