It was a cold and crisp day in Doma City. The cold air swirled through the town, seeping through even the securest of doors. The Black Fox Bar and Inn was no different, an inviting, orange-hued atmosphere belying the drafty nature of the building. Its patrons, hearty, hardened men, salt of Gaera types, sat about near warm fireplaces, downing lager and speaking of the day's events.
And then there was Layne Cooper.
Layne entered the bar, all smiles and green robes, and, as usual, he got looks from every person in the bar. At this point, having seen Layne several times, the looks were just as quizzical, but thankfully far more brief. Layne didn't mind. He knew he was different to most folks around, but he didn't mind. Standing out meant he was special.
And special people always had GREAT fun in Doma.
Walking happily to the bar, he said to the bartender, "The usual, Luke!"
Luke, knowing the young mage's habits, reached under the bar for a ginger beer... and pointed towards a newcomer to town.
"Thanks, pal," he said, and hopped over to the new guy.
Extending a hand and giving a smile, the mage offered his traditional greeting. "Hi! I'm Layne! Nice to meet you!"