Setting
This building has two levels; the upper level is quieter, the normal homey pub feel where Guardians feel safest after a day at work. The underground section is a club where Reapers are more likely to be found. This place is also a safe haven for Spell Casters
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Crossroads Pub is a part of 
Bars and Clubs.
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Galen
Galen sipped at his Coke, listening to the Guardians talk about their best--and worst--charges. Most of the ones here were Warriors, not Healers, so their stories were more gruesome than most. The Reaper in him liked that, but wished they'd be more enthusiastic about it, like they were talking about sports or something. If one could hear only the tones, and not the words, it would appear they were talking about their wives' choices in paint for the living room or their grandparents coming into town....
The Watcher-Healer forced himself not to cringe at a sharp tug toward the Shifters' bar. They weren't his concern, but someone was hurt over there... Grateful to the owner-manager, but badly hurt. It gave him a headache, just sensing that much. He didn't dare try to investigate; it might very well turn his headache into a vision-migraine, and he didn't need one of those here.... He got up slowly, downed the last of his soda and slammed the heavy glass onto the table. There were several grumbling goodbyes from the startled Guardians, but no one rose. They assumed that he had to go rescue one of his charges.
He hoped it wouldn't turn out that way. He was supposed to watch Humans, not Immortals...
Galen sipped at his Coke, listening to the Guardians talk about their best--and worst--charges. Most of the ones here were Warriors, not Healers, so their stories were more gruesome than most. The Reaper in him liked that, but wished they'd be more enthusiastic about it, like they were talking about sports or something. If one could hear only the tones, and not the words, it would appear they were talking about their wives' choices in paint for the living room or their grandparents coming into town....
The Watcher-Healer forced himself not to cringe at a sharp tug toward the Shifters' bar. They weren't his concern, but someone was hurt over there... Grateful to the owner-manager, but badly hurt. It gave him a headache, just sensing that much. He didn't dare try to investigate; it might very well turn his headache into a vision-migraine, and he didn't need one of those here.... He got up slowly, downed the last of his soda and slammed the heavy glass onto the table. There were several grumbling goodbyes from the startled Guardians, but no one rose. They assumed that he had to go rescue one of his charges.
He hoped it wouldn't turn out that way. He was supposed to watch Humans, not Immortals...
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