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The girl, who'd just gotten done ordering her drink, spun around as someone crashed through the ceiling, fists up, ready to fight. She stared at the person who'd just crashed through with wide eyes

"Do not fear, I am only Poovely, defender of the weak." She lowers her sword, and the floorboards crumble and shrivel underneath it. "I'm looking for quests to oust evil where it hides."

A sad looking girl with strange eel hair wandered into the bar, looking around the establishment with the upmost confusion.

"I- I could have sworn I was entering my dad's bait shop?.."
this place was certainly far from being a bait shop.
"Is this.. A bar?"