Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27276839-20151125040910

A single male stands at a bar counter, his body covered with stylized black iron armour, depicating leering faces all over its pristinely kept surface. The bar was empty, save for piles of clothes scattered around the room, a pile of what appeared to be ash next to each cluster. The pale skinned man bore a soft smile, contentment clear in his brillant green eyes as he rested both elbows on the wooden counter. A bartender stood behind the bar, a little worry evident in the worker's features, waiting for something to happen. 