your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
You're minding your own business when you see the kid walk into the bar. Usually you don't step in on thieves - it's not really your domain, and most of them are stand-up enough - but there's something that grates you the wrong way about the idea that someone would steal from Raz's bar. Especially given its current state, knocked about by the monsoons and thoroughly upturned. Thieves are one thing, but looters?
Not on your watch, and not for your friends.
With an obligatory grumble you push open the door, wincing as small bits of debris falls around your ears. "Oy! Hanged Man's closed," you call into the empty bar, glaring wearily at the man. "Clear out, eh? Don' make this hard."
Not on your watch, and not for your friends.
With an obligatory grumble you push open the door, wincing as small bits of debris falls around your ears. "Oy! Hanged Man's closed," you call into the empty bar, glaring wearily at the man. "Clear out, eh? Don' make this hard."
ZEPHYR
