After trudging around The Ghetto, and becoming quite lost between all the similar looking buildings, you stumble, half-defeated into a wide street. Between all the neon signs you notice a building sitting on a corner that is not quite like the rest. It seems to be from a time much longer ago, and appears untouched by the general riffraff from around town. You make your way up to the large glass doors and run your eyes over the large, loopy letters etched into it-- "The Lazarus". You've found the right place.

The decor in front of you is fairly coordinated, and though it is varying shades of brown, like most everything else in town, you can tell each item was carefully chosen and treasured. Although there are aspects of a regular bar, like the long tables and stools lining the front of the building, you can see inside to small tables scattered romantically around.

You grab the thick golden handles on the door and firmly push your way inside. A bell jingles as you open it, and the conversation the two people inside were having stops. The straw blond man puts down the glass he was shining and asks you to take a seat anywhere. You walk up to the counter and ask for "the special". The redhead sitting near him stares you down and gives you a peculiar paraphrase. You nervously respond with what you were told, and she hops up to lead you to the rare goods you were hoping to find. She stands a bit off, impatiently watching you to make sure you don't sneak off with anything she worked hard to get, but other than that leaves you to your own devices.