Throwing down some Moolah on the counter to cover the cost of his and his barmate's drinks, he picked up his bottle with one hand and carried it with him, giving a short nod to the bartender.
'I'm new here... they won't know, not this far from the city.' Nikoh decided against using an alias. Taking a short swig of his brew he offered his scarred and finger-missing hand for a handshake.
"Nikoh, name's Nikoh."
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