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[ali-riffraff-blog]

Timestamp: October 14th,  Location: Gaston’s Tavern Status: Open to everyone

Exhaustion etched his features. His eyes were heavy, dry from lack of sleep. Despite being on the constant run from the sultan’s guards, he couldn’t remember ever being this tired as a street rat. The smart idea would be to go home and sleep for the rest of the night and for at least half of his day off too.  But truly, all Al could think about was a drink and he needed it stiff.

It was a busy night at Gaston’s, and apparently he wasn’t the only person in Fabletown who needed a drink tonight, it seemed as though at least half the town had a similar idea in mind. Every seat in the house was taken, except for one at a small table tucked away by the bar. Al, never one to shy away from a little conversation, detoured by the bar to pick up a beer before making his way over to the table.

“Hey, do you mind having some company?” He asked, gesturing to the empty seat, “I promise it’ll be like I’m not even here,” he finished.