
Found somewhere in the middle of nowhere and between somewhere in the great Desert Expanse of Wind Country was a small saloon, found conveniently off the side of the road-path formed from compact of dirt and sand to maintain it's form throughout the billowing and flowing sands. It wasn't much to look at, it's foundation of the building was a patchwork of old dried wood, clay and sandstone; the interior looked akin to what one would expect with wooden support beams and furniture made of mostly dried darkened wood leaving a lot to be desired. But ultimately, as the owner came to understand; that was a luxury that wasn't incredibly necessary to many travelers and all that truly did was some drink and food.
With lingering and spotty clinks and clatters of the spotted patrons of the saloon that were mingling amongst their own crowds, whether it was a small caravan of merchants, scouting bandits, locals of a relative distance to the region for scavenging and the like. Otherwise; the day was simple with the typical dry and hot air permeating through the room and the occasional breeze with sand particulates coursing through cracks of the structure.
Among the small crowd of miscellaneous people, was a bit older of a man nearing his forties sitting at the bar, atop a rickety looking stool. With dark saddle brown, near black ponytail down the nape of his neck and some fringe over his face. Creases in his facial features beginning to show his age despite his fairly physically demanding profession which helped maintain shape and form. Donning what would be a bit out of place in attire comparative to the rest of the circus of people; with tanned leathers, hide and some furs that latched over one shoulder; most notably was alabaster porcelain scales that were what one could assume makeshift armor that latched to his other shoulder and some down from his waist along the length of one thigh. And along the length of his right uncovered arm were tribalistic tattoos that seemed to express a story, though to what; was seemingly undecipherable. And his left arm, covered quite heavily with thick cloth and the hand gloved as if it were intentionally hiding the arm.
What the patrons, including Shieo- Were not aware of was the encroaching swarm of unbent that had been slowly making their way towards the Saloon. The immediate reason was not quite certain, but they had up to this point gone unnoticed.
Peering down into the confines of the metallic cup gripped in my left hand, the faint but muffled clink of metal had been diffused by the cloth material between my hand and the drinking container. Dwelling inside I simply stared at the gently twirling blackened liquid that existed inside, just coffee with a splash of some liqueur the barman had suggested to help satiate some thirst and to help my mind off the oppressive heat that one could simply not escape out here. I knew what I was getting into, but it still lingered in the back of my mind as a haunting gesture of my choices.
Deigning out a pent up sigh; the billowed air from my mouth caused a light stir and ripple on the liquid in my cup. Sniffling once afore I brought the lip of my mug up for a few sips of the liquid inside.
"Canna' be too far n'now from Suna hn.." Passing aside my thought, upon lowering my drink down to the bar counter. I decided upon whim to peer around the building, mostly taking in the sights to remember for my journal, and ultimately seeing if there wasn't anything that didn't catch my attention.