MithosThe bar was tucked away in a narrow alley, hidden behind a creaking wooden door. Inside, the air smelled of cheap liquor and fried food, clinging to the clothes of anyone who entered. A single flickering lamp cast long shadows over the worn wooden floor, while idle chatter buzzed in the background.At the far end of the bar sat a man, tall and draped in black. His messy white hair stood out sharply against his dark attire, and gold earrings caught the dim light. He was a figure that drew little attention, but his presence seemed to command respect.
“One martini, please, He said, his voice smooth yet firm, cutting through the low murmur of conversation.
The bartender, a grizzled man with a permanent scowl, didn’t question the order. He nodded, swiftly mixing the drink, his hands moving with practiced precision. When the drink was ready, he slid it across the bar.
“One martini, please, He said, his voice smooth yet firm, cutting through the low murmur of conversation.
The bartender, a grizzled man with a permanent scowl, didn’t question the order. He nodded, swiftly mixing the drink, his hands moving with practiced precision. When the drink was ready, he slid it across the bar.
Haven’t seen you in a while, Mithos.”Work.
The man took the glass with a slow, deliberate motion, eyeing the bartender for a moment.
He replied simply, his tone offering no room for further conversation. The bartender, understanding the cue, nodded.I’ll leave you to it then. Let me know if you need anything.
Mithos! Glad you waited to meet Hour!" Mithos slowly looks over his shoulder indifferently, until his eyes land on you.
With a soft grunt, Mithos didn’t reply, his gaze shifting back to the glass. The noise of the bar faded into the background, replaced by the constant hum of ether that vibrated through the air. He had more to do than sit here, but for now, this moment was his or was it? His gaze shifted to the door where he expected Lloyd, his roommate to walk through with their newest party member for dungeon raiding. Mithos hated when Lloyd hired new party members, hated meeting them, hated learning to fight with them, but knew they needed another member since the last one went and got themselves killed. Mithos sipped his drink in his usual calm, cold, and calculating manner.
As the doors to the bar creak open, Mithos feels a tick in his jaw as he hears Lloyd call out to him.
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