Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Kazinsal]

A man wearing a pair of casual dress pants and a light grey-white button-down shirt walkd into the bar. His hair was more or less chin-length, and had an orange-brown hue. He smelled clean and fresh, and indeed looked like a respectable gentleman.

Except for the switchblade-like sword on his left hip and the far less intimidating-looking handgun on his right.

He looked around the bar for a few moments before walking further in and looking around further, noticeably relaxed.

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Retired, permanently.