The bar known as Lowkey smelled of ale and laughter. No matter the times Dasha came and went, it was the same. The talk and laughter and chatter spread and swirled. A nexus of unconscious information in the Dark Sector, that was what Lowkey was. Open in the day and night, always filled and never without a problem, it was a busy, messy bar.
The Endless Bar had its advantages too. More formal and cleaner with magic involved. Not here. Not at this hooded bar in the Dark Sector. This was raw and old school. This was open to anyone and everyone.
Dasha's eyes scanned the room until they landed on Charles Mackley. Seated with him were his friends: the former Holy Dynasty knight who smiled at the jokes Charles told and the wizard in the rune robes and with a bag on his waist.
"Charles, you seem unusually cheerful tonight," the wizard remarked, drinking and gulping. "Care to share the reason for your exuberance?"
