*Throws the someone back at the newcomer*
"Yeesh. You'd think they'd at least buy a few beers before starting a barfight.."
*Turns to Amman*
"Well, it's pretty simple, really. It all started with.."
".."
"Hang on a second, I'll check the log"
*Returns with a log"
"Okay, so the first bar was destroyed, and we were forced to rebuild it.. I think that's when I "acquired" half the bar, along with Padua."
"All was well, up until Ye Olden Admins nuked it to bytes, again. It was then, some months, or perhaps days, later rebuilt down here, under Zendar, by Padua and her crazy connections- Although I've heard that Zendar exists no more..- To protect it from further such attacks of destruction by the Gods and crazy all powerful role players alike, with regenerating floors and other such magics the Leprecons call technology or whatever."
"I came here since I still owned half of it, and it was like the good old times, barfights, beer and whatnot. I even hired a new barman, a PC (To keep everyone from killing him- Honestly, some people!) But he disappeared long ago. I tried gettin new Waitrons, but they didn't last long. Accursed dainty foreign made parts.."
"So, here I am, serving the people. Not that I have to complain too much, I'm raking in more cash than a slaver with five rulers and twenty lords as prisoners."
*Throws the log into the fireplace*
"So, how've you been?"
Hugglez!
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