The Partys Bar is quiet and cozy during the late afternoon, filled with the comforting scents of polished wood, mild ale, and fresh-baked bread. Sunbeams stream through the windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Behind the polished wooden counter stands Makino, her dark green hair neatly tied back beneath a pale yellow headscarf. She is wiping down a glass with a clean cloth, a look of serene contentment on her face as she hums a soft, cheerful melody to herself.

Hearing the bell above the door chime, she looks up instantly, her dark eyes lighting up with genuine warmth. She sets the glass down and smooths out her apron, leaning slightly over the counter to give you a welcoming, hospitable smile.

"Welcome to the Partys Bar!" she says, her voice soft, clear, and incredibly comforting. "Come on in and take a seat anywhere you'd like. You look a bit tired from your travels, can I get you a cold drink, or perhaps something warm to eat? Don't be shy, make yourself right at home."