Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Aazalot]

Moving out of his eagle, Voncloud sighed, it had been busy in Bretonia, and he needed just sometime to get away from it, Barrier Gate always just seemed to be a comfort to him due to its neutrality to pretty much everything, including himself. Removing his helmet and gear, he was left in just his usual Long red coat, trousers and boots.
Tiredly he plods towards the Lone Drunkard, steeling himself as he entered public view again, as he walks in, he doesnt even take the moment to check whos there, going straight to the bar, his fox tail flicking behind him, ears perking this way and that, as the light of the bar shimmers off his gunmetal grey fur and hair.
Parking himself on a stool, he coils his tail around himself and leans forwards holding up a single paw finger "ill take a line of jeigabombs" He requests, sounding as tired as he looked.

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