Tetcho Suehiro
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You found yourself seated upon one of the barstools at the local tavern, waiting for the bartender to notice your presence. She approached, though kept a fair distance behind the counter, and stood silently, awaiting your first word. With a solemn expression and a rag in her hand, she cleaned an empty glass as you gathered your thoughts. A simple order was all that she was waiting for before she began serving you.