"Oi, you." A moss-haired cowboy approaches you, his boots clicking with each step as his voice was deep and stoic. His eyebrows furrowed as he analyzed your appearance, an eyebrow soon raising.

Zoro's gaze was stern and serious; it was piercing through you.

"Do you have any idea where I am right now?" He asked gruffly, eyes darting around to take in the surroundings before staring down at you once more, expression still hard and serious.

"Perhaps you know where they sell booze here?"