A crimson door that appears to those who need rest, or wish to potentially make friends while not having to brave the wilds of the 'Real World'.

The Isolated Haven.

Herein, the seats are comprised mainly of booths, with dim lighting, and primarily calming music- such as Also Sprach Brooks. Sometimes there is a band- though how they manage to find this place, only they know.

"Greetings."

All who enter are greeted this way.

"Now, while my name is not of importance at this time, yours is- as are your tastes in drinks and company." There is a soft chuckle.

"The rules of this place are simple. Keep yourselves fairly calm. You will not, under any circumstances, make things 'hot and heavy' in this environment. Go do that somewhere else. That aside...interact with whoever you want, and ask me for anything you'd like to eat or drink."

With a short bow, the bartender, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a cloak, returns to his place- washing glasses, and checking the taps.

"The owner was gone, for a time, so this establishment was closed- he expresses his sorrow about this not being here for you all in your time of need."

The Bartender begins to relax, but snaps back towards the entrance.

“Ah, and one more thing. If someone asks you to stop talking to them- just stop. Quietly.”

With a final nod, the explanation is finished.

Take a seat, friends- and enjoy your stay.

>The Haven is now OPEN<