Killian Drach left the counter with a wink to the Witch and a nod to Maya. Walking to the bar. Opening the door, he walked straight in. It was nice. Classy. He nodded in appreciation and walked over to the bar. He smiled at the bar tender. “Hey.” He said. Maya was right. His favourite bartender was on. The stories he had shared with this guy. “So, Drach, what can I get you, while you tell me what happened in your travels?” The bartender  said. He couldn’t really leave the building, so they both enjoyed the talks. “Skulls on half,” Killian said, taking a seat at the bar. “You know, the usual. Killing things that want me dead.”