At the pub, the bartender tells Leon his food and drinks are covered for the rest of the evening.
"Your patron wants to remain anonymous unless you want company, but they said you looked like you could use some kindness."
The older man leans back, looking around with a soft smirk resting on his slightly unkept face. "Oh yeah, well tell them they are welcome to come join, if not - thank you for the pick up." He raises his glass of whiskey hoping that the mysterious compatriot saw him, and his thanks. Leon found it amusing, but sweet. He didn't think that he looked to rough, but it had been a long mission and he had just gotten back into town, hadnt even had a chance to head home to change. Sometimes, a whiskey was much needed.














