Arriving at the bar, Adam looks about himself.  Everything was falling apart and the buildings looked like a good strong gale would push them over.  Stepping out of the vehicle and heading for the door, Adam calls back over his shoulder, "Anyone care for a drink besides Dawn?"<br/><br/>Pushing into the interior of the bar revealed a dark and smokey room.  An old style jukebox was blaring something unintelligible in the corner, much akin to cats being electrocuted.  Adam buys a round of drinks for anyone who cares for one, indicating to the bar tender to pour their requests.  Taking a tumbler of brandy and an anemic looking cigar back to a corner table, Adam sits and lights up his cigar, letting out a series of smoke rings once he has it lit.<br/><br/>Saying to no one in particular... "What is the name of this person we are looking for..?"