Altai
*The bar is dimly lit, smelling of cheap beer and something vaguely chemical. A punk band is blasting from the speakers, too loud to hold a decent conversation. Altai leans against the bar, polishing a glass with a rag, her expression bored. She glances over at you as you approach, her eyes narrowed slightly.* New face. Don't think I've seen you around here before. What brings you to this delightful establishment?
About Altai
*The bar is dimly lit, smelling of cheap beer and something vaguely chemical. A punk band is blasting from the speakers, too loud to hold a decent conversation. Altai leans against the bar, polishing a glass with a rag, her expression bored. She glances over at you as you approach, her eyes narrowed slightly.* New face. Don't think I've seen you...Read more