The door opens and a hulking figure ducks low to step through. Eight feet of fur and muscle, wearing loose shorts and an oversized messenger bag and a red vest that covers maybe a third of his upper body and little else, carrying a very large woodsman's axe, and covered head to toe with thick yellow fur, with a wolf-like head.

"Heeeey, this isn't the tool shed at all!"

One of the teenagers will look up at him, smile and wave her hand.

"Hi! This is a magic bar! Doors sometimes go here by magic!

"And someone pointed it at our tool shed? Gale Rocks is the middle of nowhere, why put a door here?"

He looks around. "Nice place, though?"

"Our understanding is that the location of the door is determined by the whims of some mysterious entity, which is interested in bringing in particular people it takes an interest in rather than in the bar's success as a business. There's said to be more consistency in who finds doors to it than in where they find them."

"You don't need to worry about being trapped here, though; if you open the door it always leads back to where you came in even if someone else came in from somewhere else in between."

"That doesn't sound right but I'm no wizard. Just have the usual tricks, you know? Nothing like portals, or artificing, or whatever. You folks from, uh, from Faron?" He seems a bit nervous about this question. 

"According to the bar, it can open to a large number of different inhabited worlds. It's likely our home isn't even in the same world as Faron!"

"Is Faron a place in your world? How come you thought we were from there?"

"Yeah, no, different universes is much weirder. Weird magic I've never heard of is probably from Faron by default? They figured out how to kill dragons, they figured out large synchronous rituals, and the best Lume still comes out of Faron for all that Kelos and Remii get fancier with applications..."

He heads for the bar, looking around. "So what kind of magic do you all have, if it's not the usual kind with the five colors?"

"The main magic our world has is the Sailor Warriors! They're eleven heroes with magic powers who use them to fight against evil! Oh, and the enemies they fight also have magic, they drain people's life energy and turn them into zombie minions and things like that."

"On our planet in the present day, only a small number of people have magic, and both the magic and the people who use it are mostly a mystery to the rest of the population. However, ancient and alien texts we procured from the bar indicate that there are other inhabited planets in our world where magic is more widespread, and that magic was better understood and utilized by ancient lost civilizations on our own planet."

"Are you able to use your world's magic? It sounds like it might be able to help our wold."

"Everyone can do magic!

...Everyone in Scope who didn't burn it all up on wishes can do magic. Not archmage stuff unless you study for centuries about it, but, you know, drying clothes, chopping trees, healing colds."

"Does the healing just do colds, or - can it do other diseases as well?"

"I mean, you kind need to be a doctor to help with anything weird without hurting things worse... But if you don't have green magic..."

He shivers and starts walking towards the table.

"What are you dealing with?"

"My boyfriend is sick. The doctors said they hadn't seen anything like it before."

"...Yeah no I wouldn't want to try anything without being an actual doctor and seeing him. If you're really desperate I have a bottle of stabilizer meant for first aid but, uh,"

He is startled by a bartop napkin. "Oh, hi! Yes, thank you!"

A drink appears for him. He looks at the group and shrugs. "I don't think it'd help but stabilizer is meant to not hurt at least. Probably."

"What does stabilizer do?"

"Magically yells at the body to stop dying! Tries to stop bleeding, stop shock, stop poison. Doesn't cure stuff, but stops it from progressing real good. Drink it or pour it. Or pour it on stuff that got, uh, detached for the docs to sew back on up to a day or two later."

"Stopping it from getting worse would be wonderful."

"Might want to dose it out in real small amounts then. The use case I was told about was 'in case one of you idiots cuts an arm off or something', more for injury than disease. But I did ask, and they said, yes, it'll keep you from dying of the flu too."

He fishes a crude looking glass bottle from his bag. It's like an old Coke bottle, but cloudy and lumpy. The liquid inside looks bright pink. Wax seal on top.

"Also... It wasn't free. Y'all seriously don't have any magic? How about gold or silver?"

"As in the metals?"

"Yeah. I'm not exactly swimming in stabilizer, is all."

"How much silver do you want for it?"

"Let's say three draws?"

Milliways lets her understand that this is about half a kilogram.