Somewhere far from Grave City, where eyes of Martha or Andras could find no one of their importance, Thunder was waiting inside a dark, barely litted bar of Tealgore. He hasn't been here in a long time but it was as packed as he last left. Different kind of species were busy in their own way of enjoyment while Thunder was constantly looking to the door every once in a while.
"Is this too off a place for you?" Said the a young man in his early twenties or late teenage years, he eyes the color of lava and shoulder length black hair waving as he hustled side to side, pouring drink and setting wine cups on the trays.
"No, just waiting for someone." Replied Thunder with a grim look as once again he glanced at the door but turned away disappointed.
"This is a small place with even smaller count of population, so if I am not wrong you are new to Tealgore."
"I am indeed."