There were better days for him, he feels too tired to go home early so he decides to have a drink instead at the local bar.

Not too many people around today, it seems

No sir, people are busy now that Mr. Durden is in town. Replies the barman,

Dasteral takes out an few crumbled bills from his pocket and places them on the bar

So it seems… I will have a scotch no ice.

Yes Sir.  Says the barman nodding his head.

A few seconds later he takes out a cigar he got from his friend a couple of days earlier, he is not a big fan of cigars, actually, this would probably be his third time smoking a cigar but he promised the man he would try it. He takes his time in lighting it then takes in his first puff.

Cough… Cough…
That did not go well…

A few more puffs after that and the coughs are gone, he takes a sip off his drink, turns around and relaxes his back on the edge of the bar. He notices something in the back that was not there when he came in, a shadow of a person but he cannot figure out who that is, standing alone with his arms crossed and his eyes seem fixed on the bar.

Right then, another man walks in, Dasteral had never seen him before, his eyes are dark black, and his hair all crumbled and messed up. He takes a seat at a close by table, he then takes out an old torn up map and starts writing and lining things up on it. He does not seem to like it when people stare at what he is doing; he wraps his arms around the map, making it hard for people around him to see what he is up to.

That map looked familiar to Dasteral, he had seen it before with someone else but he could not remember who it was or what the map contained, but what he does remember is that he had seen that exact map the last time Mr. Durden was in town.