The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor

[Agmen of Eladesor]

I look at the sign over the door. This looks like the place, all right.

Straighten my collar first - you always want to make a good impression.

Open the door - yep, this is it. Ah - good location for the bar, and good lighting, too. Keep your head facing forward, use your eyes to look around. Good - familiar faces.

"Hello, gentlemen. It seems we've found a nice place here."

"Bartender, I'll take a Texas Rum Iced Tea, please. Bring out some of those cheese fries, too. So, boys, what excitement did I miss down in Bretonia today?"

I sit down in the comfortable chair, back to the wall, facing the door, and listen to the tale while my drink is delivered. Just because I'm relaxing doesn't mean I'm still not watching for trouble...

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Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.