He's been lurking around so really, the entrance is practically necessary.
Warden Ramirez, self-proclaimed most eligible bachelor at the end of the universe, is working on something.
He's not playing with magic. Well, not exactly. There's no energy going much of anywhere except his mental energy getting transfered to the little notebook he got from the bar. Scratch scratch scratch scribble scribble scribble. It's important, or so it seems to be from the intent look on his face.
And the hissed string of rapid-fire Spanish curses every few minutes accompanied by a thump on the table from his hand and occasionally a headbooth. That's a clue too for you intrepid investigators.
He gives up, though, after a couple more minutes and puts the writing down to get something from the bar. Because beer is totally the best way to get through a mental block. Really sharpens the thought proc--
Oh whatever.
He's not playing with magic. Well, not exactly. There's no energy going much of anywhere except his mental energy getting transfered to the little notebook he got from the bar. Scratch scratch scratch scribble scribble scribble. It's important, or so it seems to be from the intent look on his face.
And the hissed string of rapid-fire Spanish curses every few minutes accompanied by a thump on the table from his hand and occasionally a headbooth. That's a clue too for you intrepid investigators.
He gives up, though, after a couple more minutes and puts the writing down to get something from the bar. Because beer is totally the best way to get through a mental block. Really sharpens the thought proc--
Oh whatever.