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The sands whipped around him as the wind picked up, scraping at his exposed skin and drawing a scowl. Gorman sighed deeply as he turned to face into the growing wind, raising one hand to cover his eyes against blazing suns. He could tell that a sandstorm was on the way, it was already ruffling his wings slightly, a sign to go inside. Gorman nodded to himself and turned around gazing over the tops of people's heads for a place to take shelter in. A cantina off to the side caught his attention, small and dingy but it had a ring cheer emenating from within, and he headed for it pushing his way through a small crowd.
The cantina was indeed small, packed to the brim with a variety of different species and dimly lit, but barely visible at the corner opposite the door was a bar from which the hard smell of alcohol rose. Gorman stood in the doorway for several moments, shaking his wings vigourously to loose the sand, before stepping forward into the room. His dramatic entrance and stand out appearance had drawn plenty of attention and for a few moments he was eyeballed by everyone in the room seeking an easy target. A flex of well toned muscles and practiced glare dissuaded any notion of that and Gorman's walk was unimpeded to the bar.
Taking one of the stools on the far right, he picked it up and shoved it against the wall sitting so that his back was covered and the entire cantina laid out in front of him. First rule of the Windborne, never leave your wings open to attack. Seated comfortably, Gorman smacked the table to gain the barkeeps attention and he pointed to a bottle that reeked of hard spirits. Gorman held out a hand for his drink as he watched the open doorway leading outside.The sand was swirling faster now and he felt a slight shiver in his wings as he watched it. He had been caught in a great windstorm once, he had no wish to repeat the experience with sand.
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