Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Juzt156]

At the mention of 'Nomad War', the young man slowly turned his dark unfocused eyes in the direction of the speaker. He opened his longsih coat and began searching through the pockets within it folds. Just visible inside the coat, was small label the kind that a mother puts on the belongings of a small child. In impossibly neat itallic script it read, 'Syd Rylands'. Eveidently not finding what he was looking for, his thin hands remerged and wrapped themselves round one another, he resumed rocking back wards and fowards a little, but still he did not take his eyes from what was unfolding.

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