A small pub near Fludoscarr.

To: Brackman - The incident is resolved. Apologies accepted; perhaps I misunderstood something. As for the watered-down beer, I meant that those who are unhappy with our rules could be served it in the pub; maybe they'll stop coming. Those who agree with our rules are always welcome. We could even organize an exclusive brawl. Of course, we'll provide plenty of cold beer of any kind and, if desired, some ladies. Alucard asked you to decide about the tap player; otherwise, the piano is like an orphan – who among us is a keyboard player, or are we all guitarists?
The weather in the forest is improving. Let's have a beer and then go back to the forest to deal with the elves.