The Elbow Room

Sarpek scratches his head. "Good question. I'm not sure if the main room was ever cleaned... I do know that Valjohn keeps the kitchen clean, though. Mainly because he's the only one who ever goes back there..." A bell dings, and two plates are slid onto the order shelf, each bearing a hamburger grilled to perfection, with a fresh slice of tomato and lettuce on each, and a dill pickle on the side. Sarpek rummages under the bar and pulls out a bottle of Ketchup, squirts some onto his burger, and takes a large bite. He chews thoughtfully, and swallows. "Valjohn, you've done it again!" he calls into the kitchen. He turns to Yuki, and grins. "Dig in, you look like you haven't eaten for days. Don't worry, it's beef." He hops onto a stool, and takes another bite of the burger. "We're actually surprisingly well stocked on the weapons front, I'm surprised there are any support boards left in the floor. Full of supply caches. Only thing is, I'm starting to run low on drinks, and what is a bar without alcohol? Also, I've run out of reading material and the only bookstore near here stocks nothing but romance novels. And don't even mention Axe Hack. Used to be we couldn't go a week without him breaking in here and killing someone."