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He lets out a massive groan and rolls over, looking at Stephanie. "Fine, urgh, fine. You stormed into my bar, insulted me, and now I owe you a favor. What do you want?"
"Yeah, and your bar is full of hypnotised weirdoes, your minion used magic to trap me in here, you tried to brain me with five feet of wood over a petty insult and you threatened to break my friend's arms off when she tried to help you. I think we're square as far as who's-to-blame goes," said Stephanie. The Blame Game was important.

"Anyway. This bar - do you own it?" Stephanie asked.