As the group at the table behind him got up and left, some of the tension in the Ogre's shoulders unwound. Mark nursed his beer in his bone-white hand at the far end of the bar, where he could watch almost the entire floor of the dimly lit dive bar, it's entrance and small crowd of people drinking through their early evening. He had blown into the city a couple days ago and hadn't stumbled over any other Changelings or signs of a Freehold yet, not that he'd been actively hunting for them. It's not like I'm in a hurry, he thought to himself as he twitched the brim of his red baseball cap while watching the door, you got to learn about a city sometime.