Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190526003323/@comment-26173711-20190527161343

(Y'all mind if I write a bit about Siva?)

Right now, the late-40's Huntsman was in a bar. He was drinking himself silly, contemplating his life decisions and overall situation in his life.

"Hey, champ." The bartender said. "Another round?"

"Yeah." Siva said quietly, nodding. The bartender poured another drink for him.

"You seem kinda miserable. Life troubles? Family issues?" The bartender asked.

"Yeah... you could say that." Siva took a sip of his drink.

"Well... if you ever want help, here's my buddy's number. He's a great therapist." The bartender offered a business card.

"Thanks." Siva took the card and inspected it. He put it in his pocket, finished his drink, and dropped some Lien on the counter. With a slight wobble, the aged Huntsman stood up, grabbed his weapon and holstered it, and walked out of the bar.

Siva got into his car, but didn't start it. He knew he was too buzzed to drive. He simply leaned back in the seat, and closed his eyes.

(The Minister)

"A-and this is a-all true?" Toko asked.

"Yep. Every detail." Tobias said.