Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170210221520

As Famian inspected the outer wall, it was clear one of the doors inside the building led out to the side exit, but the second door inside probably led to an office of some sort.

The bartender was a man in his late thirties with dirty, unkept, orange hair and had a wiry build. He was scrubbling the counter, but never changed where. He just scrubbed the same spot, over and over again, nonstop. Sweat dripped down his brow.