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Ace wanders into the bar from out back, absently scrubbing her face and hands with a cloth that's only marginally cleaner than herself. Her traveling rucksack is over one shoulder, and the contents clank in a manner that will always make Ace happy.

Goooooood day.

The little pyro grabs a hot cocoa from the Bar before settling in an armchair, alternately sipping her drink and rifling through the contents of her bag.