User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160711152058

The second level is very much clear, as the guards stationed on it are the guards that are currently spewing down the stairwell. A few pool tables are scattered about, as is a well stocked bar, with an ancient looking pony calmly polishing glasses, his beard reaching almost to the floor. A radio sits on the counter playing some old jazzy tunes.

Sandy blinks at the barkeep.

Sandy: "Oh.. hey Keys. Uh why aren't you in the vaults?"

Keys: "Hello mister Shores, I did not expect to see you so soon. As the vaults are currently flooded, I decided to come up here for a nice stiff glass of milk."

Sandy: "Oh... sorry about that."