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The bar in question was dimly lit, there was only one bartender behind the bar, the bartender in question was a changeling with a name tag that read Bob, of course Bob wasn’t his real name, changelings didnt really need names after all. Around the bar other sorts of scum intermingled, sitting and talking or playing pool. Some were gangsters, others minions, mooks mainly, it was too early in the day for the big shots to show