ARBITRACOM
Sic transit gloria mundi
[X][Background] "Oh, Here And There" (You were drafted to serve as a medic for the army, and sent to help in an unpopular war overseas; on returning home all support dried up, leaving you to your present state. Even without fighting directly, the things you've seen haunt you…)
[X][Lodging] Amber (There are bar-stools around the counter here, so why not pull one up? You've already started talking to her, maybe you can convince her to loosen up a tad bit more.)
[X][Lodging] Amber (There are bar-stools around the counter here, so why not pull one up? You've already started talking to her, maybe you can convince her to loosen up a tad bit more.)