"People of all shapes and kinds. Old and young, magic and not, human and not, people from advanced technological worlds, and people from ancient ones, and yet others from advanced magic ruled worlds." Merlin chuckled.

"But mostly, in the end, people who need to know that there is yet hope in the world. It is Harvelle's Roadhouse, and here, the line stops, and goes no farther. When shadows come, and blood runs, none who long walk these halls run with it." His voice was soft.

"Some come merely for the drink, and leave, never to return, but if they do come back... they find themselves among those who believe in defending those who cannot defend themselves."