<strong>"I've never seen anything like that,"</strong>Dan said as he marveled at the sword in the stone.<br/><br/>The group held a bit tighter than usual.  The foreboding of the area was not lost on them, and a soldier of fortune's reaction to "spooky local culture" was normally not cheery at the best of times.  Still, hot food and some drink in their bellies, none of them complained overmuch.  Everyone was eager to get some more booze to bring back as well.<br/><br/>Beyond the pattering of rain, within the cold drab confines of the Stone, there was little light or joviality.  The utilitarian space had clearly been converted from storage during an earlier time where concrete structures were for survival, not commerce.  Now there were plasteel shelves lined with bottles, an IR sensor at the door that made a little chime go off as she entered, and the faint hum of something coming from the counter.  It was located at the far end of the rows of bottles.<br/><br/>Evidently the proprietor felt he had little to fear from thieves.<br/><br/>"Welcome," an old haggard voice called from beyond the shelves.  Bunny could sort of make out a human, beyond all the glass and liquid.  This was it.  She knew who he was, but to him, this was just another customer.  So far.