A two-star family dining establishment near the Bludhaven airport
All these restaurants look the same -- the same flash of green neon on the outside, the same off-putting color scheme and mildly comfortable chairs. Jordan McIntyre doesn't particularly mind. He smiles gently at the hostess as she walks him to a table.
He can't help but notice that everyone he passes looks weary -- mostly travellers, he guesses, on their way from somewhere to somewhere. The few that aren't are people who work to get them places.
He feels a tang of empathy for all of them -- he's spent too much time travelling himself, and it seems he spends most of his life trying to get people from one place to another. And he is weary.
Jordan blends right in -- No necktie, no suit jacket, just slacks and a buttoned-down shirt. Another traveller on his way to somewhere else. He orders a coffee and peruses the menu while he waits.
He can't help but notice that everyone he passes looks weary -- mostly travellers, he guesses, on their way from somewhere to somewhere. The few that aren't are people who work to get them places.
He feels a tang of empathy for all of them -- he's spent too much time travelling himself, and it seems he spends most of his life trying to get people from one place to another. And he is weary.
Jordan blends right in -- No necktie, no suit jacket, just slacks and a buttoned-down shirt. Another traveller on his way to somewhere else. He orders a coffee and peruses the menu while he waits.