Crackle.
The wooden door opened as a tall, muscular man with a bare torso and long red hair that was slicked back as if it were a lion's mane walked in.
The man headed to the bar and, with a big smile on his face, said, "Sven, it's been so long since we've seen each other. Do you really have to stay quiet even now?"
"Osvald... Well, we actually saw each other for the last time years ago." Sven said with a calm look, "Maybe if you hadn't locked yourself in your Void it would have happened a lot sooner, my doors are always open to you. You know that."
"I'm just sick of everything." Osvald shrugged, "Sometimes everyone needs to be alone with themselves. What's wrong with that? Although, if it weren't for that guy, Wain, I'd probably still be in my cage."
"Huh, that's pretty funny." Sven grinned.
"Hmm? What makes you laugh?" Osvald asked with a confused look.