Ghaleon closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, Lamenting over the people he had let down by being too late in his latest order from fate. He laid beneath the Oak tree in his world and tried not to fall into the self blaming aspect of his job. After all, you can't save everyone all the time, but he knew that all he would need to work through this part of his job was to grab a drink and mull it over, Maybe swindle someone out of their money for the night in a game of Nines. The slightest itch on the tip of his nose drove him to lift his arm and run it across his nose.<br/><br/>As he opened his eyes, he was standing in the middle of a Tavern, him narrowing his eyes and looking around, obviously confused.<br/>"Hello sire and welcome to Leon's. We service to many and to none and far and few. please seat where you like and we will be with you shortly." Upon hearing the voice in his head, he gave the place another look and chuckled a little bit, feeling like he was dreaming. "Alright... this... This is new..." He said softly, taking cautious steps towards the back, seeing someone sitting close to the middle of the room, Drink in hand. "Um... Hi..." He said softly, looking down toward the table, seeing a bottle of Ale on the table infront of the man, With a Vial of red liquid. He stooped over to inspect it before lowering himself to sit down across from the only other person, besides the tender and looked up to his with his Dark green eyes.<br/><br/>"Do um... you know where in 7 hells I am?" He said softly, pulling the cork from the ale bottle, the smell of strawberries filling the air around him, to which there could be no mistake. This was the Brew he usually made himself, right here, as if somehow they knew he needed a stiff one tonight.