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A tail. But you also saw the person was quite clearly too tall for a grebling.

Perhaps you saw something different and it simply looked like a tail? It did seem a bit thick for a grebling's, but that might have been your imagination. Well, whatever the story is, you might have a chance to find out inside. You keep your eyes open as you head towards the bar.

You notice quite a few unusual characters, though none with an evident tail. One of them has a wooden leg, with a brush at the bottom. He seems to be scrubbing the floor.

This isn't the sort of place you went when you were younger, though, so you have no idea if any of these people are regulars. Perhaps they're less colorful in the daytime.

Regardless, you're here for a specific reason. You head up to the bar.

"I'm here with a request from the hospital," you say. "Who do I speak to about that?"

The bartender grunts.

"Someone needs a late meal?"

"No, we need some wine for a special treatment. And ice. I've got a note," you say, waving it carefully.

"Ah. Yeah, that's one for the boss personally. Doesn't trust the barkeeps with the good liquor." He seems annoyed. "Wait right here until I get back."

You're doing a lot of waiting tonight, it seems. Maybe it would be best to make the most of it by looking around, or striking up a conversation.