*Without saying a word or making eye contact, a hooded man eyes up the inside dome. He wears a plain grey hood with his hands in it's side pockets. Simple dark blue jeans that appear to be well worn. Nothing but a bum trying to find the bar no doubt. The man constantly checking his clearly well kept watch, looking around and looking for any sort of signage. Noticing the bar close by, people drinking and conversing, the man hastily walks over to it. Takes a lone stool, drags it slightly away from the general crowd, then waits. Never once does he greet any of the people at the bar, nor does he try to. He lowers his hood slightly, so that he does not make accidental eye contact. All you ever see him do is check his watch and shift back and forth uncomfortably on the stool. Clearly on edge.*
*The barman, sick of seeing the man at his bar without drinking approaches him.* "Hey there buddy, anything from the bar?"
*The man shoots his head up at the barman in surprise.* "Oh. Sorry, you startled me. Hm?"
"You want anything from the bar?
"No, sorry I don't drink." *The man lowers his head, breaking eye contact.*
"...Why are you at the bar then?"
"I'm *Checks his watch* waiting for someone."
*The barman frowns* "You'll have to buy something, or ill be forced to ask you to leave. You're making people uneasy just sitting there."
"I'll have the cheapest beverage then please."
*The barman places a glass infront of the man and pours a light cider, then leaves, muttering something under his breath as he turns to his other customers. The man checks his watch again. With a sigh, he sips from the glass and coughs softly, trying not to upset the barman anymore.*
"Who?...Me? I'm just a harmless Freelancer; A free spirit, a feather in the wind, a wan- Oh. The Cardamine. I'm holding it for a friend."
