Cesil's Pub and Inn

The Danton City Pub is also an Inn for weary travelers. There is a piano and stage to the far left when entering. Next to that is the stairs that lead to the Inn rooms, the left stairway goes up, the right goes down. Next to the right stairway is the Bar table with swivel chairs made of leather. To the far right are booths and a stairway that leads to the other booths and restaurant.


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U and ^ = up |
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D= down |
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* = Swivel Chairs |
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Map brought to you by DEATH:
Floor 1


Floor 2





The Pub is a Neutral Zone, in which no fighting will occur.

The Price of Drinks And the Inn are labled below:

Full bottles

Ale-------$5.50
Whisky--$10.00
Gin------$11.98
Wine----$29.98
Liquor---$1.98

Inn

one day---*Free
five days--$30.00
two weeks-$100.00

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This was what was read on the sign in the abandoned bar and inn. Usagi took a quick look of the place. It was dusty, and only over turned tables and cracked liquor bottles lay across the floor. She was glad that there was no sign of blood in this room. She had been in a small hamlet outside the city, and that place was completely blood soaked...just lacked the bodies. She sweapt the room with her eyes, looking for anything useful. Along the way she had found some gun parts and some other tools. She herself was only armed with a knife, a Terroronian War Knife to be exact, which was more like a short sword rather than a knife. The sharp weapon was in a sheath that patted her upper part of her buttocks when she ran, and she only had to use it here or there along the long treck to Danton from Breland. She had to be sure he was here though, but any survivors would have been great. She sighed. "Well, looks like my luck ran out here; out to the street I guess." she sighed again, stroaking her right hand through her hair. She took a first aid kit and a bottle of Vodka with her and reenters the empty streets.

Yuu fumbled quietly around the pub for any useful weapons or items. With her employer missing or dead, Cheeze turned into an abomination of undead horror and Agatha MIA, the former Arcanda Enforcer slash working-gal was out of work-and tossed in a world full of monsters whom wanted her body in various other ways.

She had managed to find a box of bullets that would chamber for her revolver which she had laying upon the bar counter, a strap hung around her neck which held the 'greaser' or what she called the CMP100 personally of course (greaser just didn't look good of a name).

The Chinchella's tail swayed and her pierced ears twitched to the sounds of the nearby undead shuffling about in the streets. She grumbled in dismay, finding no food, not even canned tuna or canned bacon to filch. "Dammit!" she cursed, tossing a heavy empty bottle of alcohol, the bottle not shattering just 'clunked' as it hit the ground and rolled under a seat just a foot or two away from the bar table. She pulled back a few strands of her green hair and blew out a steady stream of air from her mouth in exhaustion. "There's gotta be something useful here... Dammit, if only Arcanda..." she paused and shook her head in frustration. "Either way, theres always upstairs I could check out." she says to herself out loud, her loneliness causing her to talk to herself.

She begins to walk her way over to the stairs, grabbing her gun nonchalantly off the bar table and heading across the creaky boards and turning towards the rickety, dust worn steps. The place must have been vacant during the initial outbreak, which could explain the lack of blood on the interior walls and floor boards. Explains why there is also a lack of supplies, so it must mean either the place wasn't in use, or it was converted for private use just before the incident.

Either way, she remained cautious, with her magnum at the ready, her foot took a step and followed with her other as the rickety steps squeaked and creaked during her ascension to the second floor, which was now only eight steps away.