Crimson barreled through the door, but oddly didn’t go to Fox. Instead he rushed over to Blaze, sniffing him all over and setting his head on his lap, content with his check up. The wielder walked through the door. “Good to see you both again.” He held up two fingers. “Two waters is all....” he noticed Crimson with Blaze. “On second thought, maybe not. Seems you guys need it more than I do.” He recalled his last meeting with Blaze and his aversion to his past. He shook his head, erasing the thought. “This is a place to relax for everyone. It would be rude to mention other things that could cause worry.” He thought to himself. He sits near Crimson, who had fallen asleep in Blazes lap. He turns to Fox. “How have you been?” He asked politely.

[i]I walk in bleeding from multiple parts of my body, I stare for a minute and ask with a slight southern accent[/i] "Hello who are you?"

I think too many folks use these posts to just advance their own stories. "Name sits and does a thing, awaiting someone to talk to them so they can dump exposition." Or they try to flip conversations to them instead. "Hey how's it going? Oh that thing sure sounds like a thing, speaking of things, let me tell you about my thing!" There ain't enough genuine conversations. Not enough mundane banter compared to the folks studying their ancient artifacts and super weapon schematics in a very loud, public location. It just breaks immersion ya know? People come to bars to drink and chill, but here it's like half the folks are important NPCs with limited dialogue options to railroad you into accepting a quest. Idk, just wanted to say a thing thats been on my mind for a bit, but in a silly way. Ima go back to being dead now.

A note appears in a small puff of smoke in Kombu’s regular spot “Sorry I haven’t been here recently! Ive been kinda busy”

A burly man wrapped in a lair of fine furs a tunic, and a black cloak with silver linings walks into the bar. He has a enthusiastic grin on his face like a young warrior ready to celebrate his first victory, yet the look of many years of experience rests in his eyes. Strangely, this giant of a man wears pantaloons that seem to be made of a golden colored material, if not gold itself. He proudly wears a leather scabbard of elven designs with threads of gold weaved into it like a line of fire. All that can be seen of the sword that is sheathed in the scabbard is its hilt, which bears the likeness of a blue dragon, with its teeth clutching the blade and the cross guard representing the dragons wings. Strapped on his left side is a steel horned helmet as well as a silvered drinking horn. The man is also richly adorned with a golden amulet with a shimmering ruby in its center, as well as a set of red and silver rings. He approaches blaze at the bar, reaching for his horn as he does. “Hail, good barkeep. Wouldst thou do a service for me and fill my horn with the finest mead that you offer?”

[i]Florkfin hops in, sniffing around for food. He notices you at the bar, and hobbles over.[/i]

Bucket walks into the bar. he sits down at a table near the entrance "Whats up everybody ive never been to this place before" he says. Surveying the room. [spoiler]i actually am new to off-topic i made a post about it.[/spoiler]

[i]I appear in a booth.[/i]

*Claire looks around, weapons stowed.* Normally a bar would have more fights going on, good to see it's not the case here.

[i]Cobalt walks in, and pulls out a stack of money from his bag.[/i] “You know, I never realized that I never payed you for these drinks. Guess I should make it up, yeah?”

[spoiler]I am bored so I am just going to respond with random characters now. Let’s see. Ahh yes. I will respond with a old and retired dungeons and dragons/video game character of mine. He does not belong in offtopic and will not stay so feel free to have any small conversations you like. [/spoiler] Suddenly a magical blue archway begins forming. The glowing light brilliantly creating some form of teleportation before quickly vanishing. The quick portal leaving a half-elf man with a look of confusing upon his chiseled face. The Half-elf is dressed in a finely crafted tunic and pantaloons of silver. Highly uncomfortable but fitting attire. He is a older man who’s handsome face is scarred with experience of a long life. A Grey haze covers his once fiery red hair and a dim fire still crackles in the old warrior-poets eyes. This Half-Elf is indeed a bard and he carries a small harp under his arms. Upon his back rests a mighty greatsword. It’s blade shines with the purest silver and its pommel is adorned with a beautiful red gem. Upon his finger is a red silver which one can hear a heartbeat if listened closely to. Among all his equipment, perhaps his most prized possession rest upon a amulet around his neck. He wears a dark and round obsidian stone which is lined in a purple edging. The old bard guards this amulet and looks upon it with great sadness. The look of confusion quickly fades. “What have the gods brought me to now? At least it is a bar.” He mumbles as he walks up towards the bartender. “Good day sir. May I please have, hmm let’s see, how about three cups of mead. Wether it is your finest or your cheapest matters not.” He says and places a large bag upon the table. Obviously more than enough gold for the drinks.

Like clockwork Hook’s rift swirls open. He steps out in a suit and tie instead of his normal gear. His suit is all black and his tie has ripples of black and crimson. He takes his normal seat at the bar and waits patiently for Blaze or Fox.

[i]Insane walks in goes up to the bar.[/i]

Zephyr enters the bar, wearing torn jeans and an extremely dirty white T-shirt. [spoiler]no longer a normal week[/spoiler]

*Ixial, Silas, and Xyun enter the Bar. Silas sits down alone, the same goes for Ixial and Xyun who seems unusually happy today.*

[i]the legoking walks in wearing a [b]very[/b] heavy winter coat and a ushanka.[/i] “How are ya doin, blaze?”