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Serenely, I wiped a glass behind the tall wooden counter, enjoying the momentary calm of the hours before opening. Master Orkan still slumbered upstairs, sleeping off the drink he had consumed the night before while entertaining customers. It was our day off though, so I let him sleep. The popularity of the Plaid Skirt had skyrocketed after the transmutation Izumi had performed as payment for my training. It also helped that the owner of the Roaring Bull mysteriously closed down his bar after he decided that he should open a mine on the outskirts of town, where precious minerals had (conveniently) been found. Izumi swears up and down that it was just a very fortunate coincidence, but both Master Orkan and I knew better. My first impression of the old man was not good to say the least. Ir