A fragile old figure huddles up next to the bar and reveals himself from his robes. Raging Deadstar orders his usual non alcoholic beverage and stares in the polished oak. His face gaunt, unshaven and his hair a mangled mess by this point. He looks over to Mac.
"At least this place is a home away from home still. My Sister just hit puberty!"
RD shakes his head and shudders at the memories of the hormone infested house he escaped from...
