A weary and dusty traveler shuffles into the bar, slips a business card back into his jacket pocket, and takes a look around to get the measure of the place. A motley crew of vagabonds, salesmen, entertainers, writers, and freethinkers fill the Midnight, chatting in small groups over lukewarm beer. Among the various patrons of the bar, one particularly odd creature stands out, balancing upright on long tentacles with constantly moving eyestalks scanning the scene.
Lifting a flatcap off his head and running a hand over his bald pate, the traveler takes a long breath and steadies himself. After a moment, he places the cap back on his head and chuckles softly to himself. Perhaps the whispered rumors he had heard about the Midnight Pub would turn out to be right after all...
Walking up to bar, Tracker signals to the bartender and orders a rooibos tea. Just the thing to warm him up after the long walk here.
Welcome, fellow traveler and rooibos tea enthusiast! One for me, as well, ~bartender! Yes, alongside some nature-based migraine wundermittel, thanks.
This place attracts a lot of odd fellas, doesn't it? But that is what this place makes so special in the first place. This pub is exactly what you need after a long day.
Hello Tracker, welcome and enjoy . Have a seat ┬─┬ .