The bell on top of the thick, oaken door rang as a charming man of chestnut-coloured skin walked through it. Several grey hairs peeked out of the sea of his dark-coloured curly buzz cut, giving him the aura of a wise man for his age.
"Where's Javelin?" The man asked. His deep, manly voice was drowned by the loud chattering of other patrons as he took a seat on the stool by the counter.
One of the bartenders served a pint of beer to the man despite no one ordering anything as he mouthed out the word, 'One sec'. It was evident that the mysterious man is acquainted with the staff of the pub and his presence was not out of the ordinary.
The man in his forties had his long-sleeve dress shirt folded just below that elbow, exposing his muscular arm as he fiddled with the glass. His honey-brown eyes took a quick scan of the people around him while naturally taking a gulp of his drink. It did not take long before a familiar silhouette appeared from the other side.
