The Crossroads bar. It wasn't really popular, but not abandoned. A few folks would occasionally enter, especially Medkit. The man's troubles never seemed to end. As you served him his drinks he ranted and ranted endlessly about... You didn't really know. It just went in one ear and out the other. As you were cleaning glasses, you heard the familiar sound of the door jingle, footsteps and a groan. Yup, looks like the usual was here.