Episode 110: Evolution
JINGLE! JINGLE!
The bell under the door rang as the door to the bar opened. It closed a while later leaving a cloaked figure standing there.
His cloak was dark and long, his face shrouded by darkness, his trouser wet and dripping with black ink and not rain. His dark boot looking worn out, his hand bearing a large silver ring.
The bar itself stacked with people ranging from those who had lost their homes and those having a merry time. Their eyes all turned to look at the young figure whose structure seemed to be male. On his shoulder was an odd looking raven with beady eyes hissing our dark wisps of smoke.
The bartender a large man with a pot belly and a white stained apron running down his neck to his waist. He finished wiping his cut and signalled for thean that entered to come.
