Two of a Kind | Closed starter for @sevenstringsbar
By all standards the night had gone off without a hitch. Val had taken a ‘one night only’ turn back to his old line of work. His blades hung on his hip caked in grime, and his normally pristine armour was coated in mud and blood. He needed respite. It was then he saw the lights.
There was a soft musical allure in the direction he stepped, walking faster at the though of somewhere to rest in this labyrinth of trees and brush. Then, there sat a building among the mess. He could read the sign from here; ‘Seven Strings Bar’. This would do nicely.
As he listed towards the abode, he waved a hand up and down over himself as the caked blood and mud faded away from his armour and blades. His hair settled to it’s usual softness, though he kept his equipment on in case. This was ominous at best. With an exhausted breath, he breached the door and entered.