Harry's. A bar like none other. Well, that's not quite true. Its just a bar but one owned and run by a tough, little, wooden bastard that likes to carry a big stick. It was named after a very close friend and mentor, who himself was an evern bigger (and more psychotic) bastard. Both of them Lost, dragging their arses back through the Hedge to the mundane world but not fully a part of it.
Currently, it is watched over by a stone dog. He too is Lost and is the Summer's Red Victor, a champion amongst the Sun's Chosen.
The bar is pretty much empty and devoid of any necessary, or unnecessary, battles.
In fact, its getting pretty boring, truth be told.
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