"Wonder if I'll get more business..." Oneiro muttered to himself as he opened<span style="font-style: italic">The Last Stand</span>'s doors and stepped inside, idly scanning the morning paper. "Place burns down, three times as many scary monsters. People get eaten. Shittier luck than me. Hopefully it doesn't keep folks too afraid to go out and drink..."<br/><br/>"Weather was wrong again. Goddamn rain...."<br/><br/>He huffed and tossed the paper onto the bar, getting the place ready again, oblivious to the winds of war.<br/><br/>Though he did make sure his shotgun was directly under the counter this time along with several boxes of buckshot. No one was gonna mess his bar up again without getting some big holes put in them.