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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

I'm pretty sure everyone is bothered by lack of my activity and it most likely caused a huge uproar and everyone is worried, which is understandable.
I'm tinkering with a sheet for stuff, which will probably be used here, and then I'll be able to return in glory and indulge in my own low-quality roleplay again soon™.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

"That was disappointing, don't you think?"

Considering the powerful intro, what came next was surprisingly... underwhelming. He left a heavy sigh, ignoring the voice in his head which clearly asked him a question, and walked up to the bar. After all, if he already stood up, he could've as well ordered something, right?

"Something alcoholic, pretty please", he said, lightly tapping the counter's surface and taking a look at others, supposedly also waiting for their order. It slowly started to occur to him, that the place he just ended up in was slightly different from most of the inns and taverns he had the (sometimes questionable) pleasure of visiting. He--

"Excuse me mam, but would you happen to know where we are?"
"A tavern."

...he wanted to know more.

"Well, does this tavern, by any chance, have a name?"

@Alisdragon911@Pineappletumble@Song Book

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Slowly drifting away to the abyss of his mind, a loud sound broke his trance. He quickly turned his back, just to see someone... crashing in the door.

That didn't seem normal to him, for some reason. Also, for some reason, he felt that he won't get much rest in this place after all. Slightly intrigued, he got up and made few steps towards the door. He wasn't sure what exactly he was expecting or what he would do...
but you don't get to see people crash into doors every day, am I right?

@Dark Light

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

He quietly entered the establishment and made his way to one of empty tables, avoiding eye contact. He wasn't sure how exactly he got here, but as of late, he wasn't too sure of anything, really. He just wanted some rest. A minute. Hour.
Eternity.

"Actually, a minute should suffice" - he quietly mumbled to himself, lowering his head, hiding his face under a blonde mass of hair.