It’s a breezy night, your walking down the quiet roses of your home, the air is far from crisp and it bites you like ice, you decide to take a moment to stop in a abandoned bar, for cover as the weather gets worse, as you walk in you get the faint smell of Herb tea wafting in the air before you notice a Mutue a Soft-shell turtle about 6,5 in height staring down at you as he stands in the bartender spot, he’s indifferent to seeing you as he pours him a cup of tea, he is passive yet off..