The bar had been livelier than it had ever been. Almost all the seats were filled, and all the tables had at least one drink on them; there was so much laughter that it made your ears buzz. It was a great joy to see as a bartender.
To be full was an achievement not many could say they reached, and he was so close to it.
Preparing a drink for one of the men, the door suddenly opened. Hearing that sound made him smile every time, yet this time it was a bit strange; he had never seen the person at the door before.
He was wearing a mantle over himself, one that cast a very dark shadow over his face, making it impossible for anyone to see him. He was confused; after all, why would anyone want to hide their face?
There was something wrong with him; the only reason people wear something like that is that they don't want to be seen.
