If there was anything that felt the most homely, even more then his own residence it was the Drunken Bee. A rundown bar just off of cutthroat alley. Eder found it odd that this den of thieves and bandits and all the bad sort, could feel some homely. Who would have imagined? Regardless Eder really only liked one thing about the place. They had the finest whiskey in all of Essyrn. Frankly enough the owner of the bar had some sort of special contract with this big whiskey dealer. Eder didn't really care for backstory, he just loved the damn whiskey.
It was a rather loud night, people were drinking, shouting across the bar and having a good time. For most it was hard to have a good time when any moment could be your last. Even more so when every moment could be your last in a place like this , Regardless it didn't matter, Eder had finished his drink, and saw little interest in the place. He stood up, no real clue where he was looking , He managed to bump into someone, with quite abit of force...
