Absolutely everybody in the bar -- with one exception

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It's a cold evening outside, and people are crowding the bar, for food and drink, warmth and company, or perhaps solitude in a crowd. Among them are:

• Katrina Crane, filling dried herbs into small, clean linen bags
• Father Pearse Harman, sitting at the piano and playing some inoffensive tunes
• Teja, cross-legged before the fireplace, reading a book while an exhausted Egil sleeps in his lap in fox shape
• Lady Margolotta, watching the bar over a cup of cocoa and her knitting
• Dr. Hannibal Lecter, consulting a number of elderly cookbooks
• Dorian Gray, lounging on a sofa and reading sheet music
• Madame Thénardier, ensconced in a nook and engrossed in a book

and also,

• outside, there is something like a living potato sack wandering among the trees, humming some jazzy tune in a very deep voice; if you try to come closer, it will be long gone, but you might find some colourful wiggly bug where it had been.