Naoto strutted in on his cane, honestly paying no attention of his surroundings. Sadly he stuck out like a sore thumb in the sea of bandits, bucklers, and pirate scum that filled the room due to his silky black uniform which had it's own special shine every time his petty coat tossed around his back. At his side was a rapier which was mostly hidden by his jacket. Unfortunately for him what did stand out was a cross guard and blade that was a bright, shiny eye sore to any who may not have seen daylight in days. Worst of all was his large cavalier hat, which had a large, perfectly clean collection of neatly bundled feathers that would truly make any French Officer proud.
As he approached the counter and sat at a very unbalanced stool. Naoto looked down the counter and raised two fingers up to the waitress signalling for usual, "two-pints." He slid two coins down in the waitresses direction as the two pints slid toward his direction, passing each other in a parallel fashion. He began downing the first drink still as blissfully unaware of the many ears peering in his direction as he was when he first entered the tavern.
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