Limbo, There's a Way Home Options

[Sparrowsmith]

Central Saloon
How to get there: Whenever walking the desert at midday, walk North, it'll appear over the horizon
Time: Always just after 12.

The sun was bearing down harsh, as always, at the Central Saloon. The wooden shack was never short of two things: Alcohol and newcomers. Behind the bar, a short balding man with grey hair rushed about to get drinks served. Some people paid with different forms of money, but most dropped off trinkets or tried to trade. One man by the end of the bar raised his hand. Barely a moment passed before the barkeeper strode over and topped up the man's glass. No money was passed.
"Thank you, Twist" the man said, barely loud enough to be heard. He gave the slightest of nods as he spoke, his long tophat shading his face in an almost unnatural way. Raising the glass, he turned around to the rest of the bar and scoured the talent. As he turned, a few drinkers stopped drinking to turn. A few were familiar with who he was, and the rest just knew when to show respect. The others stopped out of confusion. He stood up, his boots clapping on the floor as he did. A gust of wind blew in through the doors and caused his cloak to wave gently as he spoke, Limbo had a habit for drama like that.
"How many of you bastards are here to see Elders Graym?" he asked menacingly.

[Nicsp]

Central Saloon

As usual, the saloon was filled with people and drinks, the smell of alcohol probably climbing it's way up the nostrils of anyone who was not used to it, not that it didn't go for it's old costumers, really, just that those were pretty much already used to the smell of it, much like Addo's case. He had just finished gulping down his second tankard of ale. His dull green eyes staring at the empty end of the tankard as he flipped it around and shaked it slightly, trying to pour some more alcohol out of it, even if there wasn't any. "Tch...Come on, barkeep, hit me another one." Addo called out somewhat loudly, shaking the tankard around up high for a bit, the antique rifle on his back shaking and making a few nudging sounds as he did. The barkeep approached with a sigh. "More again? Do you even still have anything to trade for that?" Addo frowned, considering it for a bit, he looked down at his chest and pulled out what seemed to be a necklace with a silver cross in it, it glinted lightly before he handed it over to the barkeep. "Here, take it, I don't need it anymore, anyways."

The barkeep took the cross, staring at it for a bit before he gave Addo more alcohol, as requested, and then proceeded to go attend to another client, who proceeded to, shortly after, start calling all the attention to himself, wonderful. Addo heard the man speak him while he drank, staring at the man through the transparent bottom of the tankard. Addo chuckled some as the man finished, setting the once more finished tankard back in the counter and getting up from his seat. Tripping a bit before he recovered his balance properly and walked up to the man with the top hat. "That'd be me, and I don't take kindly to being called a bastard, signore." Addo announced, scratching the back of his head with a sigh.