Felix was renting a little apartment near the center of Grand Harbor, one of many that had been newly constructed to appeal to foreign workers. He'd managed to become quite familiar with the area around it - he knew which streets would get him out of the neighborhood the fastest, he knew the best places to buy supplies and he knew which of his neighbors were eligible bachelorettes. But perhaps most importantly of all, he knew which taverns were worth spending his time in and which weren't. Tonight's destination was The Flying Boar - the best in the area. While he did occasionally visit The Winking Robot, a rowdy but fun place or The White Ale, a more generic but still good type of establishment, he found that on some nights he enjoyed the more peaceful, less crowded vibe that The Flying Boar gave off. It was tucked away in a little street corner between bookstores and antique shops. Easy to miss, unlike the two others he had considered, with their big signs and well placed locations right on major street corners.
But that was the thing about The Flying Boar. Less people came, but each one found it for a reason. Perhaps they were curious, perhaps they were lost, perhaps they were crazy - there was nobody generic here, not that he had met since arriving. One man from two nights ago had so many tales of monster-slaying accidents that he might as well write a best-selling book about it, and another was a master painter who only came to such a quiet tavern thanks to that refined contrarianism that so many of the finest artists possess. Felix would almost say he was the least special man there, but that was a lie - he thought far too highly of himself to ever admit that!
Felix took his seat at the counter, the barkeeper smiling on approach. "Ah, Felix! Been half a week since we last saw you, eh? Though you might've finally gotten bored of this little place." Felix didn't even need to order his drink, the bartender already making it as he walked in. 'Heh, you're far too humble. This place is the strangest thing on Earthland, bar none." The bartender passed Felix his favorite as he spoke. "As flattering as always my friend. I've got to go fetch something from the cellar - if I could be less humble for a moment, do you mind watching the bar to make sure nobody gets some smart ideas in the few minutes I'm gone?" He asked, Felix making an affirmative sound as he drank. "You don't even need to ask." He'd finally say as he lifted the cup away from his lips. [color:4c9d=ff99cc]"I won't take my eyes off the back for a single second."
The bartender's smile turned even warmer. "Thanks a million." He'd say, hurrying past the door that led to a place that only the employees could go. Felix then had his eyes on the bar for a single second... before quickly setting them free on the rest of the building, seeing just who was here tonight.