<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1437.msg39560#msg39560">Quote from: kasen03 on 11-08-2005, 05:35:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Walking down the street, you cross the bridge over the waterway below and approach the bar.  The building is very run down, and the windows are extremely grimey.  The name of the bar is weathered and unable to be read, but there is no mistaking the beer mug on the sign.  As Hunter approaches, glancing down the walking street along the bar, he can see a couple people down infront of some warehouses.  <br/><br/>The door to the bar is propped open, and stale smokey air slowly wafts out.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Ghost steps into the bar, looking around.  He knew approximately who he was looking for but he'd learned a long time ago to have a good idea of the landscape anyways.  He took a careful look around before getting himself a german ale and settling into a back seat to watch the activities of the bar.