originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i][b]POV: Kaden[/b][/i]
[i]I entered the bar, the humdrum stopping for mere seconds as they observed me. My Tactical combat boots and Modern shirts were a stark contrast to the old, ragged cloak I wore. My hood was up, but small tufts of my jet- lack hair spilled out from under it, resting barely above my crimson eyes.
I strode up, the Tap, Tap, Tap, of my feet slowly fading out of audibility as the noise and activity continued. I sat down in your immediate right, ordering an ale. [/i]
"You look worse for wear, partner."
[i]I state, my voice even and calm. [/i]
English
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[i]"Trust me amigo, wandering vaqueros don't often get time to rest up."[/i]