A small pub near Fludoscarr.

*The monarch entered the tavern (after a brief absence), but his appearance was slightly altered. He looked around.*
-I hear the laughter of an elf? And it's malicious! *The monarch's face became even more stern* -You will only get moderation after the corpses of everyone in this tavern are lying around.* A fight is about to break out.*
Bazakens - a cry rang out.
*The monarch's companions - berserkers - entered the tavern - everyone fell silent. What will happen next?* - A fight is brewing.