From his seat in a comfy armchair near the back of the pub, Tracker listens intently to the tall tales being shared by ~teacup and ~ew. Quite unbelievable they seemed...and yet, this wasn't the first time he had heard strange stories about the Nightfall Express. Maybe there was more to all this after all.
Making a mental note to take a train ride soon before the weather gets too cold, Tracker stood up from his chair and stretched, letting out a yawn.
Hi, folks. I quite liked your stories about the Nightfall Express. If you're still up for talking, I'd be glad to hear more of your adventures on the train and around Nightfall City. I've been away from the pub for awhile, but I just had this feeling like I should stop in today for a bit. I'm glad I did. But first, I'm parched.
~bartender, could I get an iced mint tea with a bit of simple syrup? That'd be just the thing to slake my thirst right now.
Oh. And has anyone seen Smudge? I could have sworn he was curled up by my feet earlier before I dozed off, but now he's up and disappeared. I hope he didn't get any wild ideas from your train stories and head off to the station himself!
Tracker chuckled at his own joke as he walked up to the bar, stretching against the countertop after his recent nap. Within moments, his drink was placed before him and we was sipping away contentedly. Yes, he was glad he had stopped in at the pub today after all.