The Cracked Flagon

[Golan]

"Now, I was going to pour vodka on your wound here, but I think I'll have mercy. Instead, I'll give you this clean shirt I found. I think it belongs to the my coworker. He'll be fine with you having it. If you wait until the bar closes, I can help you stitch that up, but until then, you'll have to find somewhere else. If you don't mind, I'm going to do a timelapse of bar related stuff and come back to finish this conversation."

Golan takes the pitcher and the basin away, and pours the water out behind the bar. Then she goes about serving the other patrons, cleaning tables, winning a drinking contest with old Slant Shot Steve, erasing a bounty off the board, updating the daily special (No longer Pea Soup, it is now "Ice Juice") chasing out some troublemakers with judicious use of Torch, and eventually putting the chairs up on tables and flipping the sign on the window so it reads "Not Tonight".

Noah, who had probably taken a nap on a table, was awoken with some leg pain as Golan carefully took a look at the situation. She was now equipped with a sewing kit suited to handle leather clothing.

"So, you been living on your own long? Have you had a shadow person to watch out for you your whole life, or was that a recent development?"