Barley tugged on his jacket and climbed out of his van, Gwenivere, at the local strip mall. He needed to stop at the game store for new minis and dice, he was getting ready to start a new Quests of Yore campaign with some friends of his. The store was full of the usual crowd, the nerds and geeks he'd found himself feeling at home with over the years. Chatter and music carried through the aisles, providing a comfortable backdrop as he picked out what he needed - and a few things for himself, but who was keeping track?