My Bar

[Z3R0]

-Inside the bar, the lights start to flicker and glass and patrons alike bounce as the only noise hear is a constant *thump *thump* *thump*. Finaly the thumping stops and the lights dim very low. The door creaks open slowly to reveal a great mass centered in it's ancient frame. Stooping down to avoid the top of the doorjamb, Zero enters My Bar after a very long absense. Inhaling deeply and drawing himself up to his full height, an intimidating seven foot and three inches, he snaps his fingers and the lights return to normal and the door closes, revealing a man much aged by the ways of war and life. Profound wisdom shines in his eyes and his long, flowing beard and hair have turned silver. On his back is strapped the massive Sword of Angels, and on his chest, hanging from his neck on a thick silver chain is the Eye of Amaraz.

"What, having a party and forget about ole' Zero?"

Laughing happily he greets some of those he remembers from the old days and seats himself at the biggest table, unstraping his belt and leaning it against the wall beside him, well within arms reach.

"Steward, a pint of your thickest lager if you will. And a meal fit to feed a household. My travels have been many and I haven't had a decently cooked meal in some time."

Dipping his hand into his coin purse, he pulls out two silver coins and slids them across the table to the steward.