<strong>Maximillian Guntherstadt -- Bar Area -- Waiting for a drink</strong><br/><br/>Max finished packing his tools away and left the Furnace Room for the Bar area. Setting his toolkit down on an empty stool, he took a seat nearby and tapped twice on the countertop for Donovan's attention. He waited impatiently as the masked barkeep tended to the other customers first, and held back an annoyed groan as he watched Selena lean over and plant a mockingly chaste kiss on Donovan's thick mask. The effect on the poor fool was obvious and immediate, even through the heavy leather covering his face.<br/><br/>Maximillian's already dark mood soured even further at the sight of one of Selena's companions.<em>'So, I was indeed right; Herr Vanderholt, still alive and back from beneath whatever rock he's been hiding under. How charming.'</em>Max sniffed quietly, hoping to remain unnoticed by any but the bartender and turned a shoulder to the gregarious group. '<em>Please, no potions this time, please, no potions this time,'</em>he prayed silently to whatever god might have been listening.<br/><br/>Finally Donovan broke away from his customers and approached Max, and stood silent and imposing as any phantom shade while waiting for Max's order. "The usual please, Donovan.<em>Ein schwarzbier</em>, in a tall glass,<em>ja</em>?" He mumbled, just loud enough for the other man to hear, and tried to make himself as invisible as possible. Max was in no mood for another run-in with Vanderholt this evening, and he doubted very seriously that Chang would prove at all understanding should his new arm slip and 'accidentally' shatter a certain adventurer-chemist's ribcage.