*Lee enters the Hasir Bar. His dark cape waves while he walks straight to the barkeeper*
"Hola senor. Are you open today? I'm thirsty."
*he orderes a rheinlandish Bier and takes a seat in a dark corner of the bar. He let his dark-green eyes wander through the bar, looking for something or somebody. He sighs when he notices, that he's alone here. He grabs a small book out of one of his cape's bags, and puts it on the table. He stares outside through the small windows of the bar into the debris field, for a few minutes. Then he takes a pen, and starts writing into his diary*
// sorry for grave digging. But I didn't wanted to open a new bar on Kreuzberg Depot, just to be able to continue my RP.
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