Under New Management

Phoebe couldn't actually get to her house. The light from the Sparkbird didn't reach that far. But she could still enjoy a little bit of freedom and walk around now. Her path was a bit aimless, a bit listless, the only planned part being sticking to areas she knew to make it easier to get back to the Rathskellar. But doing so was how she wound up passing Bastien's...enterprise. She didn't really know what to call it. Brown eyes glanced up at the door briefly, only to do a double take. Under new management? What did that mean? Curiousity peaked, she approached and quietly stuck her head in. It certainly looked different than the last time she had seen the inside of the building. More importantly, no Bastien. Just a very old man she most certainly didn't recognize. "Uhm...hello, sir." she said, obviously confused. "I don't mean to intrude but...who are you? Did something happen to Bastien?" Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry