The Lobby was a bar founded by a couple of ex-librarians many years ago. Although it was far from official, it was often populated by librarians after their shifts had ended, or in between missions. The Lobby had three floors (and a wine cellar,) that dated a few decades back in both age and design. It was a built in length, with dark-wood floors and a long bar and a sizable liquor cabinet lurking behind it on the first floor. Those present on the first floor either stood or sat on a barstool. On the walls, there were memories of the old bar, which were either relics or junk depending on how long you'd been a customer. Lastly there was a stage in the back of the bar, where performances were held at night. They ranged from music to drama, and on nights they were held the Lobby was often filled to the brim with people.

The first floor was a type of balcony, that looked out over the bar and had a good view on the stage as well. It was more designed as a lounge, with sofas and low tables. It was often taken by the PR departments, even if technically for everyone.

The second floor was a game-room, where instead of tables, sofas and barstools there were pool tables and dart-boards. It was often a smoky lounge, especially during tournaments (which were common place,) and the windows were frequently opened only to look like substitute chimneys. There was a blackboard on the wall that was used to keep score, and riddled with obscure references that perhaps even it's writers no longer understood.

All in all, it was considered a homely bar, where many went to meet up or blow off steam. It served as a haven for those between hours, and would likely continue to do so for a long while.

Charles sat at the end of the bar, contemplating his vodka glass. Sighing, he brought the shot up to his mouth and tipped it back, narrowing his eyes slightly at the burn in his throat. His eyes wandered around the rest of the tavern as he waved to the bartender. The room was almost empty, it being Tuesday. He sighed, looking back at the bartender as he arrived. "Another shot of this, please." he said, only half paying attention. Sophia formed beside him, leaning her elbows on the bar. "You know, looking for company at a bar works better if you don't sit by yourself." Charles didn't answer, taking the new glass in his hands.

The bell at the dor rang as Eidren walked into the bar. Wearing casual clothes instead of his blue mercenary garb. He stood still at the door for a few moments, noticing the almost empty bar. The only other persons there were Charles and the Bartender. Eidren walked slowly to the bar "I'll have an Anmarian Maed please". He looked to his side, "Enjoying yourselves?" he said to Charles and Sophia, not addressing one of them in particular. Eidren took the maed from the bartender and turned around on his seat so that he could lean with his back against the bar. looking into the open, empty space in front of him he spoke again "I used to be here many times when my parents were still alive, out on a mission or doing some important stuff elsewhere." Then he looked at Charles again, "and, how ofter are you to be found here?"

Charles glanced at Eidren as he approached, then back to his drink. He closed his eyes as he listened to the other man talk. When he asked his question, Charles said "Often enough." at the same time Sophia said "Far too often." Sophia leaned back, looking at Eidren over Charles' back. "It's not like he has anywhere else to be when he's off the clock, though. I think he should get a hobby, especially now that his sister moved out of town." Charles shot her a glare, and she grinned at him unfazed. "What about you?" he asked, turning back to Eidren.

Eidren had to grin at Sophia's remark "I didn't knew you had a sister," said Eidren "where'd she go? and why?" then as an answer to his question: "Like I said, I came here a lot when I was a kid. As I grew up I kept coming here, I think its has become a habit". He took a swig of his maed and continued "I'll be able to find here at least four days a week." Alyssa started to manifest in the air behind Eidren "that is true you know" she spoke as she started to grin "he was always kind of a loner"

Charles grimaced, shaking his head. "No offense, but given our line of work I'm not going to tell you anything about my family. We're spies and hired guns, and I don't know who's going to turn on me." He drank the contents of his glass, trying to relax. Waving to the bartender, he said "Can I get some water over here?" He rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the impending headache, he turned back to Eidren. "If you want to ask about me, I can probably answer those questions."