The night seems ever so slightly chillier than the previous one, and the shadows longer, darker.  Even the sailors down the street seem more muted in their revelry, although even the strange atmosphere of the night cannot stop them entirely.  Regardless, the bar seems more inviting than before, its warmth drawing a stronger contrast with the eerily chilly outdoors.<br/><br/>Inside, the bar looks the same as the night before, except, if one looks closer, with some change in the inhabitants.  Much like a play that had changed actors, however, it was different people with the same roles.  The same smattering of reasonably well off customers.  The same servers, male and female, moving from table to table.  The same jennies, but with one black haired woman replaced by one with brown hair, but wearing much the same expression.  And, once again, a bartender seems to be in charge, a tall slender man with stylish goatee, polishing a glass.<br/><br/>No Vendel man, though.  Not everything stays the same.<br/><br/>A server, not one that either of the siblings recognize, approaches them, murmuring polite greetings as he attempts to urge them towards a chair.