The noise of conversation reached his ears as he entered the building. His entrance was barely audible over the clinking of glasses and the loud chatter around the bar. He settled into his booth, staring around.

Too many new faces, not enough old ones. The inhabitants of the tavern were unrecognised to him; he was from an era that was now bygone.

The cold rain poured outside, and the thunder briefly illuminated the outside. He was way too old for this.