The Meeting

[Junes]

The stench of cheap alcohol tickled Andrew's nostrils as he slowly strolled past the shabby tables where lone drunkards and other shady creatures rested their elbows on. The giggling, scantily clad women at the counter weren't any less drunk than the men they entwined around and they had just the same cheap impression on him like everything else in the bar.

It was dark and dull and Andrew arrived at the counter, hoping to kill time by finding something drinkable. The reason he came here was a mystery to him, it almost seemed as if it had been someone else who made him go to this miserable place. Miserable as in the people mostly, but at least they didn't pose a threat to him. Luckily, his reputation with the Hessians wasn't as bad as he had feared it would be.

Andrew didn't know why he kept thinking there was someone in here who might be able to help him.