This particular version of Nathan Wallace doesn't so much as stumble into the bar as he nearly falls. He's on his feet in an instant however-desperately wishing for his uniform and some kind of anonymity because the Hog's Head is not a place to...
Is not This Place.
You might be familiar with the man who stands just now despite the fact that-in some Universes-Nathan Wallace wouldn't be caught dead wearing floor length robes or a dragon skin vest. (He'd probably do a double take and think you were mental for actually wearing it.)
Never the less, the man now standing in the bar adjusts his thick black glasses and removes a wand (11 inches, cherry with dragon heartstring) from his pocket before giving it a flick.
Ok. No threats.
"...Well."
He'll be standing here staring for awhile if you'd like to say hello.
Is not This Place.
You might be familiar with the man who stands just now despite the fact that-in some Universes-Nathan Wallace wouldn't be caught dead wearing floor length robes or a dragon skin vest. (He'd probably do a double take and think you were mental for actually wearing it.)
Never the less, the man now standing in the bar adjusts his thick black glasses and removes a wand (11 inches, cherry with dragon heartstring) from his pocket before giving it a flick.
Ok. No threats.
"...Well."
He'll be standing here staring for awhile if you'd like to say hello.
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