A small boy pushed open the doors to Rama's bar, and walked around inside the tavern. The boy appeared to be maybe 12 or 13, human in appearance except for slightly blue tinted skin. He looked at everything, taking it all in. After wandering around for a little while, he walked to the counter and banged his his fist on the wooden top.
"I want somthing! I don't know what, but gimmie it!"
The current bartender looked at him, confused. He handed the boy a small glass of milk, and walked over to the next person.
D arnit, I could have gotten this at home.... Lasarian thought to himself at the sight of the milk. He decided to look around while he drank, maybe he'd see someone his age here. He didn't think so, but it was possible.
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