[Phase 2 – Charlatans (The War of Minds)]
One Year Later.
~ Silver-Valley. North-Western Mountain Ranges of the Lunar Kingdom.
Rain streaked down the tavern windows, blurring the glow of the evening sun just above the horizon.
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Jazz harmonica, the fiddles, drums, and laughter resounded across the room, mugs clashing like steel, beautiful women servers weaving through the crowd with trays.
At the bar, a middle-aged man with dark blue hair that even shaded his brows, a fine physique, and ocean eyes sat draped in a black cape. He was leaning casually on the counter, reading the newspaper in his hands as the bartender prepared another drink for him.
He was focused on a short informational news on the top right of the front page of the newspaper.
