MowDreans Bar It was a rather quiet night at the Seattle bar. MowDrean, the Troll bartender, quietly observed his patrons. In the far corner, a masked man sat with his feet kicked up. Quake smoked a cigarette thru a small opening thru his mask. He awaited quietly for the other Shadow-Runners. The folder out in front of him laying on the table held all the information him and his soon to be team would need.