Tango bar on Java station // Since it seems there isn't any java bar WH

[agentmike]

Zenth Kynolm limps through the doorway, unrecognized and nonchalant as always, after a few years of leaving his Director's desk and office a seeming wasteland of endless paperwork, without enough stories to tell his grandchildren, he appropriates himself into a dimly lit corner, behind the mad crowd of drunken miners swarming around the poorly staffed tavern.

As he looks around the room, he finds himself slightly perplexed and intrigued by the crowd, but yet an overwhelming sense of antipathy still lingers in his mind.

As contemplates to himself the bittersweet memories he had in this joint, he begins to think he recognizes someone he used to associate with back in the day, sitting across the bar.

As he gives this seemingly familiar man a long, perplexing look....

...he quickly turns around, thinking the man caught a glimpse of his awkward stare, and makes his way hastily back through the door from whence he came.

"Some things never change..." Zenth mumbles under his breath as he leaves the crowded Pub... "This bar is no different, and that man is no different."