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At the end of the busiest street in Repas, well beyond the touristy bars with the overpriced cocktails, a dedicated connoisseur of beverage can find a unique and storied bar with the most varied tap in town.

The Cracked Flagon was formerly owned by an Elfen mercenary, and the legacy of tough men and women of the Rydell company is paid homage to in the decor. On the stone and mortar walls of the interior are pasted old wanted posters with words stamped on them indicating how they were resolved. "Deceased" "Caught" and the ever so mysterious "Resolved" on just one. 

Upon entering, if you look to the left, you'll find a clean booth with a placard on the table that reads "Adventurer waiting area only. No service."

Behind the bar was a chalkboard with the day's specials as well as an up-to-date as of this morning list of active bounties, in case any of you mean old drunks want to take out your frustrations on the deserving.

None Today
The Standard (One shot tequila, one shot rum, one shot whiskey, one shot vodka, one shot wheat grass extract 2 shots red wine, served with bucket for vomit)

Pea Soup

Bathrooms are in the back to the right, the door to the left of the bar leads to the kitchen, no we don't have any rooms, and remember the golden rule: Business stays outside. Except the business of keeping this business in business.

BAR CURRENTLY CLOSED
NOTE FOR READING: I will be using italics to explain what is being said internally. the lighter blue is Noah, darker blue is his twin. Noah external Noah internal thinking Vishal/shadowtwin (name currently unknown to all) Vishal/shadowtwin interal thinking please let me know if this is hard to read. I shall change!

Noah opened the heavy door to bar and walks with a slight limp to the bar seats, he climbs into the tall seat and waves down the bartender, his shadow acting like a normal shadow. His leg is wrapped in cloth that has a slight tinge of red to it. Noah looks generally dirty overall. "Am I doing this right?" "Yes, now ask for a small flask worth of high proof vodka and a clean cloth... and food." Noah's stomach growls, "Wait! What am I going to do with alcohol!?" The twin did not reply.
The Bartender notices Noah and puts away the glass she was wiping. Instead she picks up a menu and a glass and brings them over.

"Welcome to the Cracked Flagon, what are we drinking tonight?"
Noah shifted in his seat getting comfy, his large tonfa's holstered on his back. "Um.. oh yea! I need a small flask worth of .. vod..ka and..." He peers at the menu, "Some ham with eggs please." His shadowtwin barked loudly, "AND THE CLOTH! And for heaven sakes get some vegetables.. get the pea soup too." Noah flinches as the loud noise in his head. "and um.. some pea soup.. and a clean cloth.and.. maybe some milk Please.." Noah looked a tad nervous being in a bar for the first time.
"Oooooooooookay. Pass me the Flask please? Milk, Pea Soup, Ham and Eggs, and I'm sorry, we're all out of clean cloths. Most of our customers don't prioritize that sort of thing. I can getcha a half used cloth for now."
"What.. no clean cloths!? Tell her to just go boil one of them for a while. You need a clean bandage!" Noah passes Golan a small flask that have the initials of RT imprinted in them. " I am not telling the bartender how to do her job." Noah looks down at his injured leg. "Do you.. have anything clean enough for bandaging?"
Only now does Golan notice Noah's leg situation.

"Oh my gosh! No wonder you were so nervous. Here, let me get some napkins and vodka and put in your food order. You stay right here, I'll be right back."

Golan returned a few moments later with some paper napkin type product, a double shot of vodka, and a bowl of hot pea soup.

"Here you go, enjoy some soup, have half of this, and let me take a look at that leg."
Noah smiles softly and waits patiently, " See! She is a nice lady!" "She merely has a soft spot for kids. Hopefully she knows how to stitch too... This is what you get for playing on river rocks." Noah winces at the thought of stitches.

When Golan gets back he follows her instructions and drinks half of the vodka, makes a disgusted face and shakes his head. "Ugg! That tastes horrible! Is this what all alcohol tastes like?" He takes a few bites of his soup before he unwraps his dirty bandage to show a several cuts, some deeper than others but at least 3 of them need stitches. All the cuts still have bits of rock and gravel in it. "I tried to clean it better but V told me to wait until I got into town and got a better bandage... Is it bad?"
Golan takes away the other half of the vodka.

"No, some of it tastes much worse!"

Golan downs the remaining vodka without showing much sign of discomfort, and looks concernedly at Noah's leg.

"Wow, you really stepped in it this time! Get it? Because you ... Anyway, I'm going to help another customer real quick, you take your pea soup over to the bar, get your shoe off, and I'll use the water back there to help you wash this off. Or I can cauterize it for you, if you wanna have a cool scar. I hear chicks dig scars."

Golan gets up and walks away before she can clarify what she meant by that.
Noah smiles softly at her joke. He picks up the bowl of soup and limps over to the bar, places the bowl up on top of the bar and climbs up onto a chair and takes his shoe off. He sits and eats his soup while waiting blood still dripping from his leg. He thinks to his twin "What is cauterize... and what did she mean about a scar.. and chicks? Why would chickens enjoy scars? Do they enjoy pecking at them or something?" The shadowtwin breaks out of being normal shadow to do a facepalm. He just couldn't help it... Why out of everyone did he have to get stuck with this kid. Noah frowns slightly seeing the facepalm, "Did I ask another stupid question again?" The shadow just nods.. and then says "Remember that hunting knife we found.. when she helps you out with your leg I want you to bite as hard as you can on the padded handle. Keep your tongue out of the way... you know what.. I will just take over.. Noah's eyes close for a moment as they switch control. When he opens them his eyes seem to be a more vivid green. The twin takes the hunting knife still in its sleeve out and puts it on the bar. Noah now being the shadow keeps looking around.
Golan comes back after a few minutes with some dirty dishes, then brings a glass of milk and the promised ham and eggs. Golan brought an empty basin and a pitcher of water. She started washing the wound while making some small talk.

"So, how did you get in this situation? Also, the business isn't liable for damages caused by infection, re-injury or generally poor care."
Now that Golan has a closer look, Noah's leg is littered in old scars. The shadow twin eats the food calmly while she washes out the wound even though it hurts. "He decided not to listen to me and decided to play in the river on the wet rocks slipped, and fell, cut his leg and scraped his chest. And I understand, we will not be coming after you for anything legality wise. This would be cleaner than any environment we would have had alone. That there is Noah. I am his.... shadow. I appreciate your assistance.. as does the kid. Food is lovely by the way." The voice sounded slightly different, as in a little lower pitch. (I mean he is 12 so not THAT low. definitely different though.) The twin paused before saying 'shadow' and he gestures towards shadow Noah who has his face covered and is scared to watch her clean it due to the blood. "So much blood...ugg.
Golan pauses and looks at the shadow, then back at Noah's face, confusion apparent on her face.

"How many personalities do you have? We don't have any all-you-can-eat deals here so you will be charged for each meal."
The shadow sees her confusion and laughs amused, "Forgive me, you can call me V, I had assumed that you may have dealt with shadow twins before. I suppose.. that is what we are called. We have only read about them in a book, we have not had the privilege of meeting another in person. I come out when the child is fearful, needs help... or wont eat his vegetables." V glares at shadow Noah as he takes another bite of the pea soup. "As for the appetite, we share the same body. This will be enough, thank you." V nods his head in appreciation and lets Golan finish cleaning up the wound as the alcohol kicks in a bit.
Her curiosity sated, Golan slowly continues her ministrations.

"Well, being a bit shady is par for the course around here, but your situation is a tad more literal than I'm accustomed to. Now don't get used to such good service around here, I mostly felt sorry for you because you're so young. Next time you stop by, you won't be this young anymore."
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