A small pub near Fludoscarr.

I imagined a scene... A brawl in a tavern, everyone is beating each other up, and then... the doors open, a shadow appears in the doorway... A figure enters the circle of light – ArandoN (no offense!), with a head growing out of his shoulder, holding a full-sized sword perfectly balanced in the middle of the blade, with such a stern look... Everyone is already hiding under the tables...