McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[kpjwateridge]

Kazai stood up and wandered softly over to the bar. A man who had not even reached his 20's, Kazai was extraordinarily short by comparison to almost everyone in the bar making only 5ft 4" with slightly heeled flight boots on. This was an asset and a curse; An asset in helping him blend into the background of any scene and a curse....Well, someone has to change light-fixings, and it certainly wasn't going to be him.

Upon reaching the bar, he smiled softly at the barkeep who wafted over. Kazai asked for a single dry Nihonshi. The barkeep looked at him as if he were mad. Dammit, in regular words not Kusari. He repeated his order for Sake, and the barkeep nodded.

"You're lucky, I only got a couple of bottles of the stuff in the crate," The barkeep said, wandering away toward the drinks cabinet. Moments later, the glass was filled with a slightly violet liquid.

The collection of Order personnel had now quietened. As had the music. Kazai paid only fleeting attention to it; he could tell it was pleasing to his ears and that was about it. It had been followed by an applause, which Kazai felt compelled to unleash alongside the patrons of the bar. Blend in, blend in.

The two great lumbering hulks of men who had approached the bar searching for the one named "Summers" grunted as they drew closer. Instinctively, Kazai left his stool and retreated to a booth far into the bar's corners and well away from the central locations.

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