As Lyra looks into her former Colleague's lockers, she finds an assortment of odds and ends,<br/><br/>The first locker has some things that might be useful - a waterskin with a large bitemark in it, a half-eaten slice or rasted girlmeat with crackling, and an unmarked, sealed glass bottle of some kind of wierd slime.<br/><br/>The second locker had three shells, and a large bottle filled with a clear yellow liquid. and a small furry creature with far too many teeth for its size. It wanders about the container, filled with many droppings.<br/><br/>The last locker had a spare raggedy loincloth with a large shitstain down the back, and a large carved wooden phallus, with the end darkly waterstained by years of continual usage. And a small piece of parchment with a rouch picture of a strong well shaven man fucking a happy Village Guard, as she held him in her hands. The page is rather crumpled, and dogeared, with fingerprints all over it. It is clearly a well loved item.<br/><br/><br/>Taking whatever she wanted, before the Scout Commander came around and cleared out hr squad's lockers, she left the building making her way to the screaming Virgin Tavern.<br/><br/>as Lyra entered the establsiment, the insanity of the place overcame her. It was the one place in all this shitty world where people came to vent their troubles, and let off some steam. Everyone had a jug of some kind of ale or hard liqour in hand. It almost seemed like there were no rules to this place. It was kind of semi-organised anarchy. Girls were all over the place swinging off chandeliers, and dancing on tables, lighting up cigars, and engaging in acts with snuff slaves that would put the prim and proper ladies in the Breeding houses into a headspin. And of course the live boxing that was going on in the corner with the sign above it that read 'No knife fighting unless a formal duel is issued and cleanup fees paid'.<br/><br/>In the corner is a set of stairs that leads to the upper floor that's roped off with a sign that says VIP's only on the pain of death. there's some kind of madness going on up there too, It looks and sounds fun up there.<br/><br/>Lyra pulls up o the bar, where a few patrons in Including some rich girl in a bright pink bikini and panties and a pair of wicked curved daggers, were doing shots of hard Gourdplany whiskey with Bloodflower dusted around the rim. It was unusual to see garish colours in clothing - most girls could only afford the standard brown loincloth materials. To bleach them and dye them was almost unheard of outside the Imperial City. So the girl was attracting quite the attention as she drunkenly ranted something about her daddy.<br/><br/>" I need bandages and wound cleaning" says Lyra at the counter  "can you point me at to Maggie"<br/>The bartender, an older woman with a deathstare, looks Lyra up and down... "Hold on a second dearie" she says as she pulls up a throwing kife from under her loincloth and throws if at a young girl trying to sneak up into the VIP area...There's a spurt of blood at the girls throat... she gurgles a little then she falls down the stairs, spasming as she hits every stair on the way down.<br/><br/>"Now, I'm Maggie, let me take a look at that wound.... Hmmmmm... well, that looks like it might be a bit infected there.. she swabs with alchol and scrubs out the wound. It burns painfully and Lyra cringes on the  stool... it's even worse than getting the bite in the first place<br/>"Hmmmm yes - had a bit of tooth still stuck in there... if you'd left that you would've got the pus and then you would have lost the whole arm. SHe soaks a clean brown bandage in woodgrain alcohol, and wraps it around the arm... You'll need to come back and have that changed in the next two days.. don't forget, or you might risk infection again. That'll be 20 shells for the service."<br/><br/>The girl in the pink underwear only seems to be getting louder and more raucus. She's ordering another round of drinks... she leans over to Lyra...<br/>"Schoo.. What do. yoush wants to drinksh?" she asks, her whiskey breath pours over Lyra like a distillery.... "Caush... I'm Buying.."