Hmm...
I get the part about serving justice, but what's with looting?
Adam was intrigued by the words and he pondered for a while before pushing the thoughts to the back of his head and placing a mental note on it.
It was then he felt the heat of the day punishing him from above.
'About time.'
With a determined pace, Adam changed his direction and paced at the pub. With unhurried steps, he walked through the door and entered the establishment.
The scent of alcohol was blasted on Adam's face as he walked in. The chatter inside was much denser than the dispersed dialogues on the outside world.
In short, the inside of the pub was a different world with notes of happiness and delight.
The building with a medieval-era wooden interior reminded Adam of his initial years. With each step, he felt deep-buried memories resurfacing.
"Grab a seat, bruv."
