Lorelei opened the door, and the mood seemed to suddenly turn sour. She recognized the man at the stage, and remembered the odd thing he had done for her. Was he the one making everyone here so sad and lonely? Was he the one who, with songs of such sweet memories, made everyone so overjoyed? The idea was enough to make her head spin, and she rubbed her eyes.

Pulling herself back up, the small brunette gently approached the barman.

"eh, 'mornin," she greeted. "I'm here to take my card off Patrick Donelle's tab, if I may..."

"Hm?" The barman looked up. "Oh...Miss Messlan. Sure, no problem..."

He led her back to the bar, where the machine began to work his magic. Unable to help his curiosity, the barman spoke in a low voice. "Leaving?"

"For now, I guess," she answered, wrapping an arm around herself. "Though I don't know where to go right now. I don't really have any family here to stay with..."