*Ching* It was a small, subtle noise. One rarely heard nowadays in the modern world, save on the silver screen in idealized form as well as in certain, rural parts of the world. It was the sound of metal spurs, followed by the click of a weapons check as a stranger in black stood in the doorway and ducked slightly to let himself in. A uniform, a replica of the old one he used to wear adorns him, its high collar masking the lower half of his face. A black hat with a broad brim covers up the rest of his features well, leaving only the eyes red and glowing in the gloom as he moves in. Every move as comfortable and calculated as a panther on the prowl. It had been years since he laid eyes on the world...Lifetimes in which many had lived out full and rich lives. But monsters yet roamed and black magic was still a thing. So long as that was there, he'd always have work to do. But there were times when he needed to find a place unchanging and taking a seat at the bar, he glanced at the features of the only other person he met who hadn't changed. "Red Whiskey." Thank God for unchanging Fae.