One mans war

A gust of wind knocks the bar open, and a man appears at the doorway.
His hair is shaved down to the skin but there is enough to see the grey atop his head. His face seems pockmarked with time and war. His eyes sliver in color seems sunken in with time and death. he has a pair of glasses perched on his nose. he seems to have a five oclock shadow and a thicker gotee. his upper body is built like a stone wall but has scars throught. He has 6 tattos on his arms 4 of them are smbloys but they are not written in common langue. the other two are symblos that his enemys have come to know well. He is wearing a modest teashirt and pants. And pair of black boots finish out the set. Straped to his back appear to be to modest swords and strapped to each leg are two beaten up guns their sliver long since has faded. Their are server knicks and gaces in guns but they seem threating enough.
As he steps though the down he depoists he weapons at the door and contines walking. As he walks the air around him seems change and you can hear the wood creak as feet hit the ground. He sits down at table and looks around at what he sees and sighs.
He seems to speak to the room and to no one at the same time.
Aonther day another dustbowl.

[Cain]

"Oh.. I don't know about that. It didn't seem too dusty to me. Besides, just because its dusty on one world doesn't mean its that way on all worlds."

Joe steped out from the back in his usual rumpled buisness suit. As was also his custom he wore his black glasses hiding his eyes and the strange ceramonial looking fox mask on the side of his head. In one of his hands he held a small black book, which he paged through with the other. Once he had entereed the room he glanced around at the various patrons then to the new comer.

"Can I get you anything?"

he looked up at the strange looking man and looked for a minute seeming lost in thought.
I will have cheese burgar some fries and a glass of beer if i could.
after he said that he looked back down at the table, and he pulled out a notebook and set it down gently on the table and opened it. Inside the notebook was a pic that seemed a bit wore and faded, and on the paper was servral notes. He then looked at the picture like he had looked at it thousands of other times and then he put it next the notebook and then he began to write in the notebook.

[Cain]

Joe shruged pulling out his own notebook before joting a note down in it and ripping off the page. As was typical of him he crumpled the page in his hand and it vanished when he opened his hand again.

"So, what brings you to Troll Spit?"

He produced a glass from under the counter and then picked an almost random tap, since the man hadn't specified the brand or type of beer he prefered. Once he'd filled the glass he placed it infront of the man.

"Your meal will be out in a moment."

At the current moment i am looking for a man. But its differnt from time to time. I am a drifter from land to land, place to place. I have long since left my home.

[Cain]

"Ah I see, so tell me, what did this man do to warrant your search for him?"

He pulled out his small black book again and started paging through.

"I would not be surprised if you were closer to finding him then you thought."

[Jal-Koon]

"I would suppose this is a quest for revenge."

An emanciated nearly corpse-like figure draped in greasy dark robes emerged from the far corner of the room and lurched forward to greet the bar's newest patron. Every step was characterized with a distinct *squish* and an abnormally large hornet buzzed around the figure's head.

"Then again, I could be wrong..."

After pulling up a seat he gazed at the notebook before leaning over in a rather invasive manner to read.

he looked at the new thing that was starring at his notebook.
first he answerd joe. I have no reason but that someone paid my a lot of money to find
then he turned to the thing. and who may you be that you have no respect for others

[Jal-Koon]

The sickly man drew back to his own area of the table, and gave a slight frown.

"Hmph, you make it sound so negative. I was only trying to show interest.
Nevermind that, you said money, so you're a bounty hunter or a mercenary then?"

no not a bounty hunter. i am a just a man that is here and there and nowhere. to put in simple terms i am a problem solver.