<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/b746/th/pre/f/2013/349/9/a/tavern_troubles_by_jorsch-d6y1hyx.jpg)</div>The saloon doors slid open easy to show a wild scene of debauchery: violence, drunken revels, songs, theft, a few people in the corner plotting a spot of arson later.  The NPCs and PCs were hard to tell apart with all the field of numbers and concepts that came flying to mind like little plooping bubbles from down her brain-steam borne up through the mind by the diodes on her skin in meatspace.  Nobody was higher than level 4, though.<br/><br/>There was even some public lewdity (https://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/s/Studio-Pirrate/192616/Studio-Pirrate-192616-The_Widow_and_Bard.jpg) afoot!<br/><br/>A revolving staff of buxom wenches took orders, and dastardly types crouched about or bustled to and from the tables.  However, strangely enough, most people were crowded not near but away from the bar.<br/><br/>At the bar proper only one person sat.  A cloaked figure that seemed to reek of sodden soil and gunpowder, with a certain chill air to him.  The bar tender was even quivering as she brought him drink after drink, the figure taking each in a single gulp, saying only:<br/><br/><strong>"One more."<br/></strong><br/>To gaze upon him gave no clarify, just more ??? feelings for Taemi.  There was something<em>off</em>about this one.