The man in the white shirt stood still for a moment, waiting to see if Pisco the shepherd was going to address him again. When it became clear that the conversation had returned to the table, the man in the white shirt continued down the row, excusing himself to people he bumped as he passed.
He walked passed a stage that was currently empty, but the flickering lanterns ringing the stage implied that some type of performer would take the stage that evening. The stage was small, with only enough room for two or three performers. People crowded the stage, sitting three deep in a semi-circle along the stage's front.
He saw a seat near the back corner of the common room and made his way towards it. The corner was darker then much of the bar lit by small table lamps on a row of five two person tables. A bench ran along the wall providing seats for one person at each table, and old wicker chairs provided the other. The corner was the furthest corner from the entrance and the the bar explainng the one empty table.
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