[h1]Sacha[/h1]

(With the assumption that a few hours has passed).

The dust quickly dispersed as the lynx's paws scooped them off his olive coat. 'twas dark down the basement, but the Tigers had finished moving and taking apart the weapons crate he managed to get from Dee. In the shadow-ridden hallway lit by a dimmed lantern indicated a set of stairs up towards the bustle that is the Hole. The lynx emerged, hands in his pockets and nodded as several patrons began greeting him and toasted in his name. He was now by the bar, leaning his back against it and took a good look around the place in moderate peace and waiting for anyone to perhaps come and engage in a chat.