A broken man, in a run down bar.

[Yagura]

Yagura thought to himself, his drunken waver proving quite strong, "How did it come to this? Not even enough scratch for another drink...?" He had little concern for too much more in this situation, his establishment of safety, a place to stay, or even a meal to eat, these were not important. He found himself far too lucid, and desired only another drink to bury the pain. The bartender had seen this disheveled man before, and let him stay long after closing out of pure pity, he often wished to converse with Yagura, though felt it awkward and had quite the eerie feeling. In fact, the owner of this seedy shack of ill repute had never cared to even ask his name. Their agreement was mutual, Yagura would scrounge money, and use said funding to purchase drink, and table space. Little more was necessary outside these bonds.   

[Yagura]

[Exert; One more drink]

Days would pass. Yagura, often drifting through the land, had a habit of not staying set in a single place. However, this bar seemed different for Yagura. His heart felt a connection to this place, this shady tavern deep in the land of fire. His days had blended together, begging to fund his drinking, sleeping outside the bar from closing to opening. This would continue much longer had a change not come. On the third day of this meandering lifestyle, the bartender finally spoke to Yagura. The man would ask, "So, what's your story exactly? I am a man of tales, and a good one will earn you another drink." With that, Yagura lazily turned his head to the man, a slight drunken smirk, he spoke back softly, "Then a tale I shall tell, but it will take far longer than one drink may sate..."


This was the beginning, Yagura had spent years suppressing it all, and now, the proverbial can of worms would be opened, all to fund just one more drink...