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Belladonna, beautiful and powerful leader of the Assasin's guild walks into the bar. She looks around, slightly confused. "Luc! You done somet'in' with the bar?"
A quick look around tells her this is no normal place. But it does seem. . .oddly familiar. Belle walks back out and calls Gris Gris, telling him to lock down her house for the night.
Belladonna walks back in, and over to the bar, taking a stool. She orders a Southern Comfort, and sips it, watching the various goings-on. She'd seen this place one time before, and had always thought that a dream.
A quick look around tells her this is no normal place. But it does seem. . .oddly familiar. Belle walks back out and calls Gris Gris, telling him to lock down her house for the night.
Belladonna walks back in, and over to the bar, taking a stool. She orders a Southern Comfort, and sips it, watching the various goings-on. She'd seen this place one time before, and had always thought that a dream.