*You watch the door of your shop open to a strange, tall man. He is wearing dark clothes, a hoodie and a some jeans, and everything about him is muddy and slightly bloody, his clothes are torn, but he himself looks like he is completely uninjured. He wipes his feet at the mat, more as a show of politeness than anything, since he’s bound to get things dirty anyways.*
“This place looks nice. Don’t know how you managed to build it in Louisiana, but it looks nice. And the lack of humidity is also a great change of pace from the mold zombie swamp outside.”
- @winterstorm17
An old man with a large grey beard steps out from the back room and smiles. "Ah, welcome welcome. Please, have a seat wherever you like."
There are many tables to choose from, some of a usual height with chairs, while others are low to the ground surrounded by cushions. The floor itself is soft and springy, padded with reeds. Warm sunlight paints the green walls gold, and the smell of the swamp doesn't reach here, even through the open windows.
"I am Iroh, the owner of this place. It is a pleasure to meet you."
