[b]Into the café walked, or rather, slithered, a strange creature. From the waist up, he was a normal man, looking around 25 years old. He wore a thick tan jacket over a blue t-shirt, and he had a neat little leather knapsack. His hair was brown, so were his eyes. Pretty normal guy. Except for a few things. First, from the waist down he was some sort of shiny, slightly slimy snake tail thing, which was easily triple his waist to head height. It was deep purple in color, with lighter spots scattered across it. Secondly, his fingertips were the same purple, the color bleeding down into his hands, like he had dipped them in dye And finally, he had a jagged sword holstered at his side, the blade gently glowing purple in the same way his fingers did. He slithered right up to the bar and coiled up around a stool and sat down.[/b] [i]"Hey, do you serve distilled hopes here?"[/i]