The "Fallen " bar

[Prussian Imperial Guard]

To say that the soldier was surprised at hearing the bar keep reply in his native tongue would be an understatement of truly grand proportions. He was dumbfounded at the thought, though, upon reflection, he found that his confusion was nonsensical. That had been the entire point of asking in the first place, had it not? He quickly brushed aside the internal conflict as his bewilderment was surpassed by the refreshing nature of the prospect of having a conversation as equals, outside of the idea of authority or submission to it.

He rather happily took the new menu and began reading it. Here, too, he found some comfort, and he read the menu cover-to-cover several times just for the sheer thrill of having the opportunity to read. This nearly gleeful experience was short-lived, however, as he soon realized that he was neither hungry nor thirsty and that he had not felt either sensation in ages. It was a sobering moment for him, but he hadn't much time to dwell on it, as his train of thought was derailed by the sound of shattering glass. He turned his eyes toward the source of the racket, finding that an accident had occurred which lent itself to the result of another patron having received a rather unpleasant cut. His gaze then wandered to the bartender just in time to notice the change in his eye color, and, in fact, his demeanor as a whole. He sat back in his chair stiffly, his hands quietly shutting the menu and placing on the table nearby before reaching for his rifle.  

[Crohm Cindersoul]

The traveler took notice of the barkeeper's eyes as he was observing ,but did not took action ,he was curious what the keeper would do as the drunkard's wound started to bleed. Meanwhile the traveler seemed to have also noticed the perussian man eyeing him but was more interested on what course of action the barkeeper would take.He then ask's the perussian man in his language if he could load his rifle just in case an event happens as he was sensing something ominous slowly surfacing .The traveler readies himself aswell and sets up a ward surrounding the tavern to keep possible "accidents" from entering.  

[Prussian Imperial Guard]

The young soldier's attention was, briefly, redirected to the other patron that he had been keeping tabs on. He was being asked in an odd dialect of Prussian if he would load his rifle. His face, though obscured by his gas mask, might have portrayed his confusion, but he still responded verbally.

"Es ist immer geladen." Came his quick response before he turned his attention back to the bartender.

Suddenly the man stormed out into the street, evidently experiencing some sort of bloodlust. Before anything could be done one way or another, however, he initiated a spontaneous metamorphosis which resulted in him taking on the form of a type of mythological creature. The Prussian, first standing, quickly dropped to one knee and was in the process of shouldering his rifle when their host fled. Or so he thought. Their shapeshifting bartender returned and appeared to be battling with some sort of malicious intention as he lay outside.

"Was war das? Was ist gerade passiert?" He demanded, shaken.

He was unsure of what he should do in this situation. Should he open fire? Would that do anything? He mentally cursed his decision to enter the tavern.  

[Prussian Imperial Guard]

Their host had left the town and with that there was nothing to do but wait until morning. Luck was clearly not on the young Prussian's side. Faulty equipment had made his time in service to the Kaiser valiant, but short. No amount of experience in trench fighting could save him from the all-consuming white clouds that had been unleashed upon his comrades and himself and even death could not (or would not) spare him from his fate of always drawing the short straw.

His endless wheezing, given an almost mechanical sound thanks to his ever-present gas mask, was interrupted by a violent bout of coughing, Chlorine Gas spreading further into the room than it had during the rest of the time he had been in the building. During this brief fit of choking he found himself clawing feverishly at his throat, dropping his rifle as he relived the moment of his death. As quickly as it had begun, the dramatic scene was ended and the soldier, filled with a potent blend of annoyance and embarrassment, picked up his weapon and placed the steel butt-plate on the ground as he stood. He reclaimed his seat in relative silence, if one did not count how loudly he breathed, fuming about how undignified his fate was, that he, an Imperial Guardsman, was reduced to hiding inside from mythological creatures.  

[Crohm Cindersoul]

Fairly disapointed yet satisfied with the events . But, what he found out in those he conlcuded, were relics of great old wars. soldiers and tortured soul whom death came to acompany .He drank and thanked the perussian for his judgement ,then came to the bartender and gave him three "keys" and "keystones".He instructed the keeper to use this whenever his"thrist" Surfaces,as these would help contain him and sate his thirst for a span of three years.the traveler bids him farewell for now as he intends to return at sometime.
he glances back at the perussian and bids him farewell and with these words "greet the kaiser for me ,and tell him the traveler has his 'meds' ready".then traveler leaves the bar and dissipates the ward completely.  

[Prussian Imperial Guard]

Morning had come at last, heralded by the warm glow of the rays of light cast by the sun's return. For many of the patrons of the building this was the first clue of the passing of night. The Prussian, however, had witnessed the entire process as darkness was slowly chased away and light prevailed once more. Ever vigilant, he had not so much as blinked throughout the entirety of the evening, nor had he in over a century.

He stood guard by the front entrance, keeping the door ajar with his foot that the poisonous gas he was constantly exhaling might be vented from the room. This position also granted him the privilege of being the first to have visual confirmation of the return of their changling host. He moved aside to grant him access. The man apologized profusely, but the soldier had no room in his heart for excuses. Resting here had been a mistake. In fact, he decided that resting was simply an activity which he was no longer permitted to take part in. Thus, as soon as the wards had been removed he made a point of leaving, speaking not a word as he did so. Once outside he straightened his posture and placed the butt of his rifle in his right hand, hovering stiffly at rib-height, the remainder resting on the corresponding shoulder. He then dropped his other arm to his side, hand curled into a fist, brought his feet together sharply in a loud, leathery clap, and marched off into the light of daybreak.