GC: That's more problematic.

CL: *Sigh*

GC: We'll get you a nice helmet to cover it up.

CL: Goddess, what are we doing here?

GC: {Muttering} You won't find a more wretched bunch of scum and villany anywhere else in New Cirra.

CL: Exsqueeze me?

GC: {Taps Cal's head} Hello! We're here to get the High Priest, remember?

CL: But here? Michael would never come here!

GC: This is number 36 on the list.

The Goddess and Cal walk into the shadowy place. As their eyes adjust to the lighting, they see bookshelfs full of an eclectic range of literaria. Glass displays prominently showcase various small arms from throughout history. A small bar is situated in the far corner of the room. Kari-Anne is mixing drinks for the bargoers. A multitude of people mingle in a too small area, their odors mingling with the smell of cheap cigars, expensive booze, and old gunpowder. In a corner booth, Michael sits sipping some kind of smoky beverage.

CL: Oh my Goddess! Intoxicants! {Covers her eyes in horror}

GC: *Slap* Don't embarrass me in front of the heathens!

CL: {Straightens up}

They walk to the corner booth.

Michael Rudy (MR): Goddess, Cal?!? What happened to you! You look like you were mauled by a color-blind poodle!

[Yeah, I know, dogs... But it's a nice turn of phrase.]

CL: Please don't say anything.

MR: Oookkaayy. Anyway, this isn't the kind of place I would expect to find either of you. So, what brings you here?

CL: Heresy's been captured by Club Pain! I think it's in retaliation for what we did to Autumn last year. They're torturing him!

MR: And I'm supposed to care because...?

CL: You're in the Vicious Circle, he's in the Vicious Circle...

MR: Half of New Cirra is in the VC. Can't you get the others to help you.

CL: Well they're all gone except for Samantha who's--

GC: Sweet Mother of Hestia! High Priest!