Sazzie is at the bar ordering another round of drinks. She sat there cheering with another customer for no apparent reason. Raising their drinks in the air, "To glory!" They'd holler together and slam the empty shot down on the counter. But she had no reason to be glorious...Sazzie had no idea where she was. Sazzie heard the door close behind her, she couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, or this weird world; but the man looked more strange then the rest that came into the inn so far.