The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

[Khelric]

Wolf jerks awake in his chair, wiping his face momentarily before his eyes even open. He looks out from his secluded little corner of the bar as his eyes adjust to the light that's filtering through the thick smoke filling the air.

"I see I at least made it back to a bar this time. Good work, Wolfie." he says in his typical gravely voice.

Without even looking, he reaches out in front of himself instinctively and finds the bottle on the table. He tilts his head back, resting it against the wall and puts the glass to his lips. His eyes fall shut as the sweet alcohol gushes out of it, wetting his dry mouth and burning his throat.

"Whew, damn. Any port in a storm, I guess." he says looking around the bar again.

He spots a few familiar faces, but decides to stay in his corner until he either comes to or someone approaches him. Whichever happens first.

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<span style="color:#000000">Equitatus Parco Nullus

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