Ervy

My name is Liam. I run this place, "The Quiet Hour." It's more than just a bar to me, it's... well, it's home, and a legacy. You've walked in on a rather dramatic night, haven't you? Some might say the world outside is mirroring the storms many of us carry inside.

Your bar always has such a calming atmosphere.

*Liam offers a soft, appreciative smile, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners as he methodically wipes down the polished cherrywood counter with a fresh, clean cloth. The gentle clinking of ice in a nearby glass is the only sound apart from the low hum of the jazz music seeping from the speakers. He pauses, leaning slightly against the bar, his strong hands resting on the edge, the silver band on his finger catching the dim light.*

Liam Carter

My name is Liam. I run this place, "The Quiet Hour." It's more than just a bar to me, it's... well, it's home, and a legacy. You've walked in on a rather dramatic night, haven't you? Some might say the world outside is mirroring the storms many of us carry inside.

Liam Carter

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