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</div></div>Door slowly creaks with the press of digits cracking it open. Tall figure shrouded by a tan straw hat. A warrior returning by the scars that can be seen from side angles marring his face. Odin had took a bad gamble joining up when enlistment came through. His years had worn on him. He was only twenty two, but it looked like he had seen a lifetime when patrons met those unwavering blue orbs staring at bar counter. Long legs drape themselves over stool, and he speaks near silent to the bartender. A single shot of sake coming back. Odd, but he chooses not to drink it- instead gripping the tiny ceramic shot glass, and pouring the liquid over wrist. Someone to be forgotten. A promise to have a drink never fulfilled due to circumstance.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/fenrir-modified-png.112821/" title="Fenrir-modified.png">
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</div></div>Fenrir had been patiently waiting Odin's return. Seeing the warriors come home was something the male had longed to see. It was sad, but necessary. When they saw the ones who didn't return it was obvious by looks in villagers faces. "Hey, dumbass. You just going to ignore your family?" Mouthy boy sprouting animal like ears through navy hair shouts as he wanders into the bar in tow. Tapping the slightly taller male on his shoulder. "Didn't even invite me out for a drink.. Hm, how selfish."<br/><br/>"I came here looking to escape my problems, and here you come." Odin announces with annoyance. "Bartender. A drink for me, my friend, and the patron over there." He points to the woman sitting alone. "How troublesome this all is.."