There where few things like the New Orleans night sky. Adrastos loved long walks on nights like these, especially when they lead him closer to this fabled Tavern he had heard so much about. It had taken him a few years to finally make his way to New Orleans, but finally he was here standing outside. Most people paid him no attention, why would they? He didn't look or dress any different than any of them, He stood at 6'2 with a muscular build average features and short brown hair. Adrastos didn't care for flashy clothes either, he preferred simple blue jeans, heavily worn black hiking boots and a Brown leather jacket. He made his way slowly, methodically towards the lower bar. As he passed the normal patrons on his path he paid them as little attention as they gave him. He hadn't traveled all this way to meet more ordinary people, he wanted to see other immortals like himself.
The Bar downstairs was an interesting contrast the the dinner above, the music pulsed through him causing an almost involuntary head bob. He made his way to the center bar sitting on a stool casually, After a long moment observing the people around him, the lights and the woman in black further down the bar it was time to order. He raised his hand showing 2 fingers "Whisky sir, glass and leave the bottle" He slid a bill from his pocket onto the table, it was more than enough for two bottles. As his order was laid in front of him Adrastos poured his first of many shots. Soon other immortals would make themselves known and he would be waiting.