The Shadows were at a bar celebrating a successful mission. There was a lot of them and they did make a bit of a disturbance but lucky enough the disturbance wasnt really disturbing anyone. You sat behind the bar table pouring drinks and starting tabs for those who needed until a man with a slight southern accent made himself comfy

Graves: “A shot of whiskey please, and keep ‘em coming.”

He said as he looked you up and down, curious about you and ready to start a conversation.