The bar was just as everyone had expected. Old. Dusty. A place that looked like it could be torn down if a strong typhoon ever swept through the territory. Even the men from Gigante—who were here for the first time as well—weren't surprised by its condition.
"Where… are we supposed to place these guys?" one of the townsfolk wondered, glancing around.
There were no lights inside, leaving the interior mostly swallowed by darkness. Thankfully, some of the broken high windows allowed moonlight to seep in, giving them just enough visibility. Even then, they weren't sure if seeing the thick cobwebs clinging to every corner and the layers of dust coating the floor was something they wanted to process.
"Right!" Long, the drunkard, turned toward them as he scrambled behind the empty bar counter. "Just hold those guys up for a bit while I mix myself some drinks."
