One expected to find him sitting with his back to the wall, but he was too worn out to worry and he wanted nothing more than a cigar and sleep. Undisturbed and alone.
Resting his wounded arm next to his drink he noticed that there was more carving than there was wood, but in dives like these the tables tend to take on a life of their own.
Faint music wafted in from the market stalls somewhere outside, unfortunately, none of the fresh air was daring enough to join it.
He looked up just as the door opened. . .
Resting his wounded arm next to his drink he noticed that there was more carving than there was wood, but in dives like these the tables tend to take on a life of their own.
Faint music wafted in from the market stalls somewhere outside, unfortunately, none of the fresh air was daring enough to join it.
He looked up just as the door opened. . .
