Entering from the door on the left side of the Sleeping Dragon, a tall but rather bulky man, takes a seat, he asks in a deep southern accent.
"Excuse me, wine, please."
The man, adjusts his hat, and relaxes his shoulders in the seat. Taking a small sip from his glass, he finally noticed the room was utterly silent, no one made a sound, nor spoke since the man had entered. Glancing at his feet, and with a grimace he sighed and lifting his head, he caught a glimpse of drunkard and the commander talking warmly to each other. Smiling to himself, he ignored it, and reached for his glass of wine. He once again took a sip and watched, scanning the room for anyone looking rather suspicious or perhaps anyone thinking in the ways of evil.
The others inside the room, minded their own business as usual, and continued to laugh at crude jokes. The Man furrowed his eyebrows, as some Nobles from the right side of the room were pointing and making gestures at him. Mildly, the man looked away, drinking his wine. muttering to himself
"This place is some dump, why do I bother showing up here...."
Thinking about his family and then his wife, he slowly teared up. Tilting his hat to cover his face, he sat their arms crossed, and fiddled around. A few tears falling from his cheek, he sniffed and asked the bartender.
"Any Whiskey here? I-I think it'll pick me up..."
The bartender, sighed in disappointment and headed to the back to find the drink. Saddened, the man waited quietly taking his final sip of rich wine.