"Have you heard the one about the laddest lad to ever live?" Asked a man holding a guitar in a pub usually frequented by soldiers. He was neatly shaven or maybe was incapable of growing a beard which made his face look fresh, his piercing eyes added to that feeling. He had a certain spark to him that people could only describe as him being very 'awake' and youthful. He also was handsome by anyone's standard and exuded a type of charisma that didn't relate to his energy signature, but for all his charms he was helpless against the grim mood at the pub.
"I'll pay you ten credits if you put that thing down and keep quiet." Said a soldier from the bar and another one joined in.
"I'll add ten credits if you also leave."
"I was not going to play anything or sing, just wanted to know if you heard his story, but now I'm curious about what happened to you guys." The man asked and the female soldier found it impossible to be rude to such a nice man.
