Meanwhile, At the Grey Fist Tavern,
A beautiful bartender yawned and came out for her shift.
When she walked in, no one noticed her except her brother who happened to be sitting on a very special chair with a drink in his hand. That brother of hers sighed and looked down at the expensive stack of wood Harvard had brought him and bit his finger. He was worried that it wouldn't be enough wood to build weapons to combat the incoming Monsoon Army!
