A man looking to be in his late twenties enters the bar-like area, not exactly the most imposing figure, in fact, he looked rather scrawny for the most part. Glancing around the place, he doesn't seem to recognize anyone and merely takes a seat at one of the booths next to the window to space.
He did not appear as Gallic as those around him, although there does indeed to have a hint of the appearance around him. Waving a waitress to his table, he quietly speaks up. "Bonjour, Puis-je avoir un peu de vin?" Pausing a moment, repeating what he just said in English not knowing what to speak around here. "Bah.. Bad habit, may I have some Bergerac wine, if you have any in stock. I feel a craving of a sort."
Sitting back at the booth, his eyes wandering over the other occupants of the bar, wondering who he should be talking to right now. "Gallic businesses are always quite interesting.."
