Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Diomedes]

Gareth gave Anna one last nod as she disappeared towards the exit. He turned and acknowledged the bartender who dropped off the second rye. After a muttered thanks, the privateer drained the glass in one swallow then cleared his tab.

This had been a thoroughly depressing, if sort, trip to the bar. Too many old memories and too many new pressures. Gareth got up to leave, it was time to find a room for the night. Somewhere he could lose himself to his exercises and then to sleep before the morning came and it was back to the war.

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