Snippet #2533171

Baron was seated at his usual table near the back of the bar next to one of the only windows in the establishment. The air was hazy and thick with cigarette smoke which he was contributing to as he took a long drag of his cigarette.

The regulars knew to keep their distance and the immediate tables near his seat where vacant of patrons as he watched the activities of the bar with an aloof look of boredom.

It was late enough in the evening that the sky outside was beginning to grow dark, but some light filtered through the dirty glass yet. The sun wouldn't be set for another hour or so.

Elsewhere in the bar the evening regulars where beginning to fill the room out. They were pack members mostly, but also the occasional biker or trucker was known to pass through. Some scoffed at Baron's willingness to take human patrons into his establishment, but it was his openness to bringing outsiders into his numbers that had allowed his pack to swell until it had claimed a seat among some of the largest packs in the city. They maintained a respectable sized territory in Vargeras, and those who frequented The Den knew better than to openly question Baron's decisions.

He took another drag of his cigarette while he used his free hand to poured himself a glass of whiskey that he had had imported from Llohap.