A Fae, a gargoyle, and a were-lion walked into a bar…
…without a grimalkin, who had remained in the truck since most restaurants didn't allow animals.
I didn't know what to expect when we entered the pub in downtown Decatur. Just as Aria had said, lovely woodworking made the bar distinctive. It resembled something out of a Georgian hallway, although obviously it couldn't have been that old. Stone walls, another check, as were the Irish signs and sayings.
The place was half-full, which still meant a lot of people for that time in the morning. We couldn't see all of the seats, so we wove through small groups standing around and near the bar. Tiny figures chased a round black and white ball across a green field on the television, and I jumped when the place erupted in cheers and groans as
