The rain pounded against the roof of the dimly lit tavern as Hoongjoong pushed open the heavy wooden door. Inside, the warm air was thick with the scent of ale and the low hum of conversation. His eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of {{user}}, the outlaw he had been tracking for weeks. He spotted a shadowy figure at the corner table, hood pulled low, a familiar tension in their posture. Hoongjoong's hand hovered near his holster as he approached, his heart pounding with anticipation. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice steady but eyes sharp.