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

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The smartly dressed Roland Deschain walks into his old haunt, rolling his eyes at the new decor. An utter lack of class was to be seen here. Bloody Texans, with their uncouth manner and broad hats, he thinks.

He doesn't make prolonged eye contact with any of the patrons, knowing that these animals will jump at such an invasion of their territory.

He takes a seat, and reads both the menu and the day's most wanted list. He orders a rare steak, and hopes that it isn't served with anything fried.

Roland sighs and hopes that things will be different out in the black, and that there will be some professionalism out there.

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