[indent]The sky outside was washed over with thousands of stars, each one of them blinking down at them from so far away, and as Morgan stared up at them she sighed happily. Life had been good since finding her way to running this strange, strange establishment. For a simple Elven woman of humble origins, she had done alright with her life. She'd made enough of it, to not worry about the future now.

Well, not quite, anyway.

There was always the worry in the back of her mind of what horror the portals were going to throw out at her next. Just last week, a dragon had torn through and set the roof on fire. Didn't take long for a visiting wizard, an alien, and a terribly gruff man who called himself a "Witcher" to make smart work of the beast. They sent it back through, licking it's wounds - and the roof was just about fixed again.

Morgan glanced upwards at it, still a bit of a hole in the centre, but she'd arranged for more workers tomorrow. Tonight, the Elf simply wanted to relax, tired as she was. She ran a cloth around an empty glass, stifling a quiet yawn with her other hand. The scent of spiced meat hovered through the bar from the kitchen. Tonight it was a dish called [i]Nachos[/i]. She was curious about it, and trusted her keen chef to make it exciting for whomever decided to walk in tonight.

Soon, the portals would open and the crowds would flood in. She was there with drinks, company, and kind words for anyone who did. She cast her glance to her favourite barmaid, Y'velda, who was wiping down the last of the tables. She'd been a great addition to the establishment - and as Morgan put the freshly cleaned glass onto the shelf, she heard the familiar "pop" and "whoosh" of a portal outside. 

That would be the first guest...

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