There's an old bar on the outskirts of downtown Vale that is run by an old, crazy white-haired man. This bar is home to many different types of patrons, from the older university kids, new and old huntsmen and huntresses, to long-time patrons who'd grown too old to continue their huntsman duties. The bar welcomes all kinds, the only limitations being that the patrons must be of a mature age, since alcohol is frequently served. Currently, this old bar on the outskirts of town is in its dying days, and therefore is eager to greet any newcomers to bring some life back into the old establishment.
