As Rurutani entered the Quicksand, he was overwhelmed by the number of people sitting and standing, talking with one another in hushed tones at one table, and louder ones near the railing around the center of the large establishment. The lighting was dimmer in here, and thus his eyes needed to adjust after coming in from the bright sunlight. The cool air inside was welcoming and was blended with a scented combination of wine and meat.
He walked slowly, with his head down and looked for an open table to sit at, as he felt awkward standing about. He saw a smaller table near the main counter area and decided it would do. As he sat down, Rurutani breathed deeply and looked around. There were so many people coming and going it was hard to keep track of who was who. There looked to be so many different types of folks, he wasn't sure who he should even talk to. Would they even want to talk to him? He didn't seem to look like the battle hardened veteran that some of the people here did.
He sighed and considered ordering a drink to relax his nerves a bit.
He walked slowly, with his head down and looked for an open table to sit at, as he felt awkward standing about. He saw a smaller table near the main counter area and decided it would do. As he sat down, Rurutani breathed deeply and looked around. There were so many people coming and going it was hard to keep track of who was who. There looked to be so many different types of folks, he wasn't sure who he should even talk to. Would they even want to talk to him? He didn't seem to look like the battle hardened veteran that some of the people here did.
He sighed and considered ordering a drink to relax his nerves a bit.
