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The finely dressed bartender had a distant look in his kindly eyes, there was a slight tension beneath his smooth sharp features as if he was listening or concentrating on something distant. 
Itotia’s words did not go unheard however as he politely replies.

“Of course you can have a break and some food, order anything you like. You may be amazed by what we have available, unfortunately however I can not serve you this evening as I have someone to see.”

Punctuating his quick, sudden departure, a loud thud boomed from somewhere distant outside causing the walls to momentarily rattle slightly. 

The escape pod that just traveled through space, through a rift and crashed violently to the ground, may have been a half mile away, but distance was one of the many laws that the tavern did not obey. 
Dorian made his way up the stairs and to an old hallway with doors on either side. With a purposeful stride he made his way down along the soft lush carpet to a door long untouched. This door once belonged to one of his first employees, and beyond it was the room they had made theirs and all their belongings, now however, on the other side was the interior of a nearby space pod. With three delicate taps he knocks on the door. 

“Are you ok?”