Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160516065101/@comment-25924729-20160708132112

He had actually been half asleep, lulled by the music and quiet atmosphere when Ale called him. Dalton jolted to attention at Ale's voice, and paused for a moment before replying.

"Nope, it was like that when i got here, and i didn't see anyone else coming in or out this morning." Dalton sensed that something was wrong from Ale's panicked demeanour. From the looks of it, the bartender had lost something important, of had it stolen. In any case, it was his duty to help.

Warily, he got up and approached the shelf, bent over while he studied it for clues, even running his hands along it's edges and corners, until he felt something caught on the lower corner. "Huh, check this out." he carefully pinched the object the thumb and index finger, before straightening up to show Ale.

"Look familiar?" in his fingers were a strip of red ribbon, torn and matted, but unmistakably one of Faye's.