The door flies open. A cool breeze blows in. It's dark outside. A cloaked figure is seen walking towards the bar. Walking, but no footsteps could be heard. There is pin drop silence in the bar, even the live band of musicians have stopped. All eyes are on this figure as it approaches the bar. The barman, polishing a glass, looks up at this strange phenomenon. The figure stops, along with the breath of everyone in that room. The emerald hilt of what seems like a long sword flashed at the figure's hip for a brief second. If anxiety could be measured, the bar that night was overflowing with it. The figure then spoke in a soft voice. 

"Vodka. Absolut"

The barman frowned. He was not used to so many eyes staring at him, all watching to see what he would do next. He still could not make out the hooded figure's face. For the first time in his thirty year experience as a barman, he could not move. He knew he had to get to the vodka counter, but his body did not move. The voice spoke again,

"I said, Vodka. Absolut"

This time, the figure tilted its head upwards and the barman saw the eyes. Sharp, fierce looking eyes. The figure was wearing a mask that covered the rest of the face. The voice, the barman thought, was thundering. He managed to fumble around and get the vodka bottle for the mysterious stranger. 

The rest of the room looked on with most of their jaws on the ground. The figure drank the vodka straight from the bottle and spoke again:

"I am looking for a someone. A lady by the name of ShadowMoon. Anyone who knows her whereabouts, I suggest it is in your best interest to tell me now. "

No one knew what was going on. The figure flipped back their hood. A gasp was heard from the corner somewhere at the back. The masked figure had the slim body of a girl and was wearing a tight bright red Chinese flower dress. Her long sword was larger and looked bulkier than a sword but it had a dragon like head and was longer. There were green rune-like inscriptions on it. The most frightening thing about this young girl was the black mask she wore that covered all her face save for her cat-like eyes. 

"I know she's here. She runs this place. Have no fear to tell me, I'm a bounty hunter. I care less for the likes of ye than I do for my bounty. Point me to her or heads will start rolling." she said as she threw a knife in a seemingly random direction and it sliced through the hat of an elderly man in the corner. "I won't say this again, but I am looking for the lady that runs this establishment and my name.....is DepthQuill."

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That was ten years ago. Other than the barman, not a single poor soul who was in that building that evening, lived to tell the tale. Legend has it, that the mysterious cloaked figure by the name of DepthQuill is still searching for her bounty.