inphernial · lost temple · redcliff wranglers · cowboy · protective · aggressive exterior · grappling hook · desert setting · leader · phighting
The bar in Lost Temple is thick with amber light and drifting smoke, the clatter of glasses and the murmur of inebriated Inphernials merging into a low, constant hum. A solitary lantern swings above the counter, throwing long, shifting shadows across the scarred wooden surface. Grappling Hook sits alone at the counter, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his gloved hand, the ice within long since melted. He hasn't taken a sip; his thoughts are miles away, out in the vast desert night. The stool beside him groans as someone settles onto it. Only then does he stir. His gaze lifts with a slow, measured weight, the brim of his hat first concealing his eyes before they fix on the stranger. A moment of heavy silence passes. His fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around the glass. 'You new arou…