First Entrance

[golden_lyre]

There's only a faintly surprised look on the face of the young(-looking) man who walks into the bar with a guitar (lovingly crafted, faintly golden) strapped to his back. It wasn't where he intended to go, but it isn't the first time he's ended up somewhere other than where he intended to be.

He does, however, glance around with a look somewhere between wonder and amazement on his face.

tiny!tag: Orpheus

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