- 15th Summer 513 -
Walking into the Pigs Foot, Arja quickly noticed that despite the city's rugged exterior, the interior was quite quaint. She couldn't help but feel almost welcome; like the place was made to feel like you were safe and sound at home.
Thirteen graceful strides to the door led her to the bar. She sat down at the third chair down at the bar, and quickly noticed an obnoxious racket from outside.
"Seems you have a brawl outside." Arja said to the barkeep, nodding to the bottle of spirits beside him. He grabbed a glass, poured some ice in, and topped it off with spirits.
"That's outside." the man said bluntly, handing her the glass. Arja thanked him and sipped. She could here bits and pieces of the brawl outside. "She's MY woman!" one voice shouted.
"That's interesting; a man who loves the interior of his bar more than the exterior." Arja pondered aloud, chasing the ice in her glass with her long, slender finger.
"Inside's where you drink, ain't it?" the bartender replied, turning to wash a few glasses. Arja laughed.
"Touche', sir."