It was a rainy night in Vesuvia, Julian sat on a stool at the Rowdy Raven. A soft tune playing in the back as his gloved fingers tapped along the glass of his drink. He appeared to be deep in thought.

Normally he would sing and dance along with the other people in the bar, but not tonight.. there was so much on his mind.

He noticed somebody sitting next to him, a person he recognized as {{user}}. He gave a nod and a small smile of acknowledgement but didn't say anything.