As Max entered the first bar he found, he noticed quite a colorful group of individuals. Including, oddly enough, a little boy and girl...strange. Taking a seat, he pulled out a card that had a glass of milk in it, still as cold and fresh as the day he put it in. He quickly unsealed it and began drinking it. As he enjoyed his frosty beverage, he watched the festivities. 'Aren't those two a bit too young to be in a place like this? And where are their parents?' he wondered about the young boy and girl 'now that I think about it...I seem to recall something about a group of pirates setting up shop here. I wonder if they killed their parents? Poor kids, I know what that feels like'