- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Online Availability
- Eh, it all depends.
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- High Fantasy, Fandoms, Sci-Fi
There had been some rumors going around…about a strange little bar that only opened its doors on Saturday or the "The Day of Satur" as some of his patrons called it, it was a pretty strange place, where one could go to have drink and company and just relax, it is also a place where relationships are forged, inspirations made, and salvation for the needy is provided.
The only rules were there was no fighting, even if your enemy happens to come in for a drink, don't piss off the bartender, and always pay your bill, lest you be barred from future entry.
Warren hummed a little as he wandered around the small bar, ensuring that surfaces were clean and stocked.
It had been a long time in getting this far, at least that was what he thought as he soon made his way over towards the window to flip the small sign to 'Open.' Thus allowing the magical doors that appeared all over the world to let patrons in, pausing only a moment to bend down and pat his canine companion on the head who was in a worn and well-loved bed beside the fireplace.
For the first time in his life, he was finally free to do something that he enjoyed besides just cooking. He had no obligations and oaths to tie him down to a once-grand kingdom that was destroyed years ago, where no one knew of his past, not that she would tell anyone about it.
Cleaning his brow off, he turned his gaze to the battered and damaged shield hanging up behind the bar, the blue, gold, and red paint faded from the years, parts of it dented and scratched, but told the tale of battles won and perhaps lost as well.
However, for Warren, it was the only reminder of what he once did but for now, he was content, serving drinks and lending an ear when needed.
The only rules were there was no fighting, even if your enemy happens to come in for a drink, don't piss off the bartender, and always pay your bill, lest you be barred from future entry.
Warren hummed a little as he wandered around the small bar, ensuring that surfaces were clean and stocked.
It had been a long time in getting this far, at least that was what he thought as he soon made his way over towards the window to flip the small sign to 'Open.' Thus allowing the magical doors that appeared all over the world to let patrons in, pausing only a moment to bend down and pat his canine companion on the head who was in a worn and well-loved bed beside the fireplace.
For the first time in his life, he was finally free to do something that he enjoyed besides just cooking. He had no obligations and oaths to tie him down to a once-grand kingdom that was destroyed years ago, where no one knew of his past, not that she would tell anyone about it.
Cleaning his brow off, he turned his gaze to the battered and damaged shield hanging up behind the bar, the blue, gold, and red paint faded from the years, parts of it dented and scratched, but told the tale of battles won and perhaps lost as well.
However, for Warren, it was the only reminder of what he once did but for now, he was content, serving drinks and lending an ear when needed.
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