Walking through the city, Andy comes across the variety of taverns. One was so loud that Andy did not want to be seen by so many. One may recognize. Although against Andy's better judgement, Andy walks to the door. A black leather bound hand, fingers showing through reaches up and grabs the door handle, turning it and opening the door open wide. The clouds in the sky have moved slightly that the moonlight has shone through and illuminates Andy's raven black hair with crimson tips. It is spiked fashion and Andy's crimson eyes glow in the shadow. Elven ears with scars along the edges as if to erase something from the past. High collared cape with a crimson jewel at the neck, keeping it closed. Andy's black leather pants were form fitting to Andy's male body and the white shirt was slightly loose. Andy's thick leather boots, soiled with mud, make small thudding noises as the figure enters and makes way for the bar. Waiting for the tender, Andy looks around the room. Only a few people who were "minding their own business."
Andy reaches into the bag at the waist and pulls out a few silver pieces. Clinking them on the counter to get the tender's attention.
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