The bar was mostly empty, lest for a few drunken men chatting and playing darts. Dim lighting gave the bar an ominous, yet aesthetic ambiance. The smell of alcohol pervaded every wood or fabric in it. Arthur, with a perception above the average awakener, frowned at the strong smell. Walking toward the bartender, Arthur ordered a beer to make himself stand out less.
He wore a pair of thick fake glasses and combed his hair differently. It was a lame disguise, but that's as much as he could do without his illusion ring on him. However, he still had the F-rank skill Camouflage that allowed him to decrease his presence. After a few beers, he started his act.
"Ah, I'm pissed," His voice a higher octave from usual, acting drunk as he said to the bartender. "That bitch said she preferred someone taller! Can you believe that? Do I look like a shortie to you? Do I?" The bartender shrugged.
