Making Adjustments
@anhonourablecaptain | starter
He supposed it was familiarity that drew him to the bar. He could still recall the feel of the barrel tap beneath his hand, smell the rich scents of ale and cider and beer. It was almost a comfort, though it surprised him that he hadn't automatically sought out the forest instead. Perhaps, after all this time, the forest no longer felt like home. That was something he was too drained and confused to think about in any great depth, however.
The bar was empty when he stepped inside, and although he knew it shouldn't be surprising given the time of day, he still found himself expecting to see a few other lost souls crowded around the counter. Instead, the only other living – hah, living – person was the man behind the bar, cloth draped over one shoulder whilst he rearranged the glasses on the shelves with careful, exact measurements. "You open?"