The man's fingers slid over each other, the rough material dragging upon itself as his fingers folded along one another, his arms resting forward on the table. He heard a talker for sure, a man who seemed to know what he wanted to say, but not how to say it. From beneath the shadow of his cowl, a grin broke out as he considered the words. Words of encouragement, wrapped in the utmost verbosity. This man reminded him of an old friend.
"I believe a drink is in order," he finally said, softly and to himself, as he looked up towards the bar. His grin began to slide away as he hesitated. "Been some time since I was in a place like this."
"I believe a drink is in order," he finally said, softly and to himself, as he looked up towards the bar. His grin began to slide away as he hesitated. "Been some time since I was in a place like this."