A huge circling wet-bar takes up most of the east end of the Daemon. An old mage reclines against the mirror behind the bar absentmindedly pouring several drinks at once with his refined telekinesis. The Lokettes, a local band, are playing their usual gig on the stage. The large booths along the wall are filled with people drinking and having a grand time. You feel like partying here. The only obvious exit is to the north.