Banquo's Ghost

[Rumerin]

Banquo's Ghost stands very near the Disc and the Opera House, a little pub with a red door and very small windows.

There is a huge bar with some barstools, some tables and chairs, and there is a toilet in the back. On the walls are pictures of actors, singers and mucisians, and over the bar hang the slogans "Drink Or Die" and "Booze Is Bliss". There is no list of available drinks, and there is no age limit for customers.

This is the seedy sort of place where you can drink all night for a relatively small amount of money. The booze isn't the best, but then again, you won't notice after the fourth glass anyway.

Because it is a pub, you can also eat here, but most patrons do not make use of this. It isn't haute cuisine. Performers and personel from the two playhouses often hang out here after- and sometimes before- performances.

The place is run by a man called Yorick, a tall, flaxen-haired man in his early thirties with a thin flaxen moustache and an earring in his left ear. He is a quiet man, well-known for asking no questions whatsoever.

He usually works at the bar, along with his only employee, Rosaline, a raven-haired girl with a great love for bright red, very short skirts. If need be, she cooks and she does some waitressing, but neither is often required of her.

The pub opens at one pm, and closes at five in the morning.

[Ivren Hargweth]

Tinnu Hargweth rushes into the bar, and sets herself on a stool. The red rims under her eyes have gone. She is now wearing heavy make-up- making her look rather cheap. She taps her hand on the bar to attract the bartender's attention.

Beer.

[Rumerin]

"Tinnu."

Yorick nods shortly at the girl across the bar, and gets her a pint of ale, which he sets in front of her. He waits patiently to receive his money.

It is late afternoon, and besides that it is raining outside, so the bar is not really crowded. Rosaline is sitting on one of the other barstools, reading a book.

[Ivren Hargweth]

Thanks.

She fishes in her pocket and rolls a silver over the bar, then she grabs the pint and takes a good swig.

Three hours later, she is still at the bar, and she is still drinking. The pub is growing hazy before her eyes, and it is hard not to fall off the chair, but she pays no heed. She has turned from regular beer to guiness an hour ago. This is glass... four, in total? Or is it seven? She has lost count.

[Sebrintai]

*In a corner of the bar sits a small woman, quietly reading a very thin book by the name of "The Devil is an Ass." She chuckles every once and a while, sipping her vodka and lemon. Every once and a while her black, black eyes travel around the bar. About half her face is covered with a big black and red tattoo. Her silken suit has a very outlandish look to it, and she smells slightly of incence. Around the time when Tinnu starts reeling, she stands, and puts the booklet in a pocket of her silk jacket. She nods at the bartender, and walks out. Only when she stands on the street outside does a small smile flash over her face, and her small feet in soft black and white shoes start making for the City Centre.*