The doors swung open at around noon, and in walked Jurak Iron, he was wearing his cerimonial armor. As he walked up to the counter, minding his old wounds, The Bartender asked if he was starting a bit early today. Jurak Waved him off, sat down, and seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. After awhile, barkeep came around, and asked what he'd like. "Broken Hammer, no ice" he grumbled. The barkeep let out a little scoff, and shook his head. "You realize how expensive that is right?", and with a glare, the barkeep was off. The Broken Hammer...A true champions drink, favored by ex-operatives of Operation Crimson Hammer who became so wounded that they could no longer fight, and had enough money from their new "Important" jobs. Like Jurak. The barkeep took a mug, and filled it halfway with Spiral Reserve, mixed in a ground up spark of life, Minced in a wee bit of Gremlonium, and finally a bronze bolt. As he handed the drink down to Jurak, the old Vanguard's eyes lit up. "A Spark of life to signify those we lost, the Gremlonium to signify the ash of our enemies! And a bolt from the fortress itself!". The barkeep watched in a state of awe, and disgust as the man chugged it in seconds. The Broken Hammer was a luxuray, (An expensive one at that), and strong enough to be consideered a sipping drink. It seemed he had grown accustomed to drink this stuff en masse. The barkeep shook his head, and readied another one. Today was going to be a long one.