Zidane walked into the bar of Lindblum's entertainment district with a relaxed air about him. After a long day helping his fellow Tantalus members rebuild, he was looking forward to some rest and relaxation.

As he approached the counter, he ran a hand through his blond hair and let out a tired sigh. It was relatively quiet tonight, with only a few patrons scattered throughout the room.

Even taking an unceremonious seat at the bar seems like a feat after a long day's worth of hard work.