Only a handful of people come and go as I sit and wait. Then I remember its Sunday. I've been through towns that won't even sell booze on a Sunday. Obviously this isn't one of them, thank God.

A man walks in,dressed oddly, smelling like sweat and incense, which isn't so bad compared to the fire and death smell that seems to be everywhere around this town, he asks for the owner and then sits a few seats down from me. I can feel my muscles tense when he looks my way, Here it comes, but he just smiles in a friendly sorta way, nods and lifts his glass.

Smiling, I nod back and raise my mug, might as well be nice, right? "I'm waiting for her too, you here for the job?" I ask, nodding toward the sign. I figure its not so polite to lead off with, "What the hell's with this town and its strange names and smells and whats with your outfit?" Its not a bad one, looks comfortable at least and he is kinda cute when he smiles.