, ever the nosy bugger, strolls into the bar. The slightly mad lady who'd thrown open the bar door and shouted down the street that the bar was now open didn't phase her in the least, most likely because macloudt
is slightly (or perhaps not quite so slightly) mad herself. She walks up to the bar, and after spending a minute or two hoisting her short and amply padded self on to a barstool in a rather unladylike manner she surveys her surroundings. The place looks old and as if it's been through the wringer a few times. Still, as long as the company's good and the drinks are drinkable macloudt
's content. Now, to get to know some of the locals...