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[Open] A Dwarf and a Tavern

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Noragnir sighed as he finally got out of the chaos of the gate the engine of his bike growling almost happily as it devoured the miles of the open roads of the verse. He took a deep breath enjoying the sweet taste of fresh air, and the feel of the wind through his hair far more than the time he had been exploring the depths of Coruscant. The air there had been recycled stale even a fact that had gotten worse the lower he had gone into the massive city verse whereas here he knew it would stay fresh no matter where the road took him. he passed a few places that were some kind of military encampments, but judging from the security at the gate that was hardly a surprise to him, and few people seemed inclined to stop him for the time being. 'That is likely because I am an unknown here after all I'm still fairly new to this world or worlds as it were.' He thought to himself as he entered the first larger village he had come upon in the land.

The dwarf had already begun slowing when he had noticed the increase of traffic on the roads that had likely meant he was nearing a village, and upon entering the village he slowed to a near crawl. He got a few looks as he passed some of the people milling about taking note of craftsmen you would expect in a verse like this one. "Seems the technology in the villages matches the Verse as a whole as I saw there." He muttered taking note of what could only have been a tavern and rolled to a stop next to it with a smile. He had been riding for a few hours now, and it was growing late a good brew would do much to raise his worn spirits as he killed the engine. He slipped from the bike pocketing the ignition key as he went double-checking his gear as he made his way inside the building.

The new prime immediately felt eyes on him as he entered taking off his shades, and sliding them into a pouch in his vest frowning as he looked around.' I wonder if it's my race I only see humans in here, but surely not.' He thought to himself knocking dust from his coat as he made his way further in his emerald eyes scanning the tavern slowly until it landed on the bartender. "Three pints that back table." He grumbled ignoring looks as he put a single large gold coin on the counter. He had created it of course but that wasn't something they needed to know, and he hopped the flash of the metal would get looks off him. He watched as the man bit the coin and then nodded taking a few moments to fill the pints, and sending them to the table. Noragnir settled in himself a moment later taking a moment to ease the Ravenger a bit in his holster should he have to pull it, before taking a long pull from the first of the three tankards."Ah, nothing better then a drink to cut the dust from your throat."
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