[ frank is tending bar tonight, and seemingly... every night. well, sometimes it's frank and kat. there's a man maybe 6 foot with his magboots on, or a little more with nearly faded bruises on his face and throat and a healing burn up his right hand and wrist. but he's swift to put a glass in front of garion and lift an eyebrow, gesturing to the bottles behind him. they're mostly separated by color rather than what they are. amber and clear, and the varying states therein. he'll search for something specific if the man has a request, not that he says as much now.
he actually doesn't say much of anything, letting max do the talking for him. a big brown pit bull makes his way silently from behind the bar - standing back to get a good look at the man before approaching. he gives a low growl of worry, as if trying to assess if garion is dangerous. ]
Max, it's okay. [ frank addresses the mutt in a gruff voice. the dog immediately stops growling, but sits just out of arm's reach, intending to watch the man before deciding if he's safe enough to beg pets from. ]
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he actually doesn't say much of anything, letting max do the talking for him. a big brown pit bull makes his way silently from behind the bar - standing back to get a good look at the man before approaching. he gives a low growl of worry, as if trying to assess if garion is dangerous. ]
Max, it's okay. [ frank addresses the mutt in a gruff voice. the dog immediately stops growling, but sits just out of arm's reach, intending to watch the man before deciding if he's safe enough to beg pets from. ]