Oskar sat calmly, drinking a small glass of alcohol. He sat alone in the gentlemen's club with his guards standing by his side. The workers had all fled the city in the small grace period, being some of the lucky few to have enough money to make it worthwhile. From the backroom, a door opened, and an old man walked out holding a bottle, coming towards Oskar's table.
"Why did you stay?" Oskar pointed to the seat before him, intrigued by what kept the old man in the city. The old man shrugged and took a seat. Before, he would have never dared to treat such a high-value customer so casually, but the ongoing series gave him confidence.
Pouring himself a glass of alcohol that was far beyond his paycheck, the old man smiled, "My bones can't handle getting to another town or city." Taking a sip of the drink, he smirked, "Besides, when else will I get the chance to steal a drink?"
