[@Alisdragon911][@Pineappletumble][@POOHEAD189]
Dragons? Check. Mind controlling blackjack dealers? Check. Giant crazy cybernetic samurai? That’s a big red check. I guess I should add magical dimension hopping tavern onto that list. Doorman sighs, looking at the passing doorways, probably leading to some inconspicuous broom closet, an indescribable void, or possibly a bloody swimming pool for all he knew. Walking had always helped the wannabe cowboy focus before tough jobs, and he needed to focus a lot right now. Rounding a corner the man's eye’s noticed something that should have been very obvious a few minutes ago. The hallway was repeating. He was positive he hadn’t looped back on himself. Without missing a beat he swung open the closet door. Broom closet, complete with frayed broom and a bucket half filled with dirty water. He counted the number of doors from the start of the hallway to the broom closet, 3, and continued walking. Two right turns later he opens the third door, broom closet, bucket and everything. Doorman was officially lost.

Laughter begins to echo through the hallway. Not happy laughter, it was closer to maddening. While he had never heard this particular laugh before, the pitch was undeniable. Tic. With new bearings Doorman quickly worked his way towards the noise. The laughter ended as suddenly as it began, leaving the hapless runner stranded. Oddly though, he didn’t feel lost anymore. He continued walking, with newfound purpose, and with a quick right turn found himself staring at the front door, bar, and all the patrons nearby. It’s almost as if as soon as he knew where he wanted to go, he was there. 

The Pixies voice can be clearly heard from across the room. “I’m Tic, what’s your name?” It seems his former partner was making some new friends. He takes a look across and sees Tic with an, oddly normal looking, man. The elf from before was also there, serving drinks. Doorman looks at the, suddenly all too alien, elven bartender. Does she eat and sleep? Can she shape-shift into a giant lizard? Are there even humans where she comes from?  Doorman struggled to push these questions out of his mind. He had more important things to ask, and it wasn’t the bartender that interested him at the moment. It was the Tavern.
He intercepted the fancy looking elf on her way back to the bar. 
“I don’t suppose you could answer a few questions for me?”
The girl looked like she was enjoying just having someone to talk to. Doorman saw this positive reaction and continued before the girl could get a word out.
“So.” Doorman said,he seemed surprisingly calm compared to his previous actions. “Let's start at the beginning. What is this place?”