Leslie Durant glanced around the establishment with barely concealed interest. The core components of a bar were present, but the formula had been turned on it's head. The presence of armed men wearing swords was the biggest surprise to her, however.
What age are they living in...?
She shrugged, rolling her shoulders to accommodate an ache. In here, she'd stand out like a sore thumb, being both tall and obviously foreign. But it was the only good pitstop for hours in either direction, as the Nagasaki had nothing in the way of entertainment. Apart from the very stoic looking men and women.
That never gets old...
There is an altercation in progress on the other side of the room, but she pays it relatively little mind. She didn't come here to interfere in a bar brawl. Instead, she made her way to the Bartender, or what seemed like one at least.
"Just Sake," She said, knowing full well that it was the only thing they'd likely have any good stock of.
