A small pub near Fludoscarr.

And I'll be sleeping on the porch))) The weather is nice now. I'll take my mandolin. And I'll sing. And I don't care that Ar is throwing pots at me from the second floor)) But something from the forest is looking at me strangely... Damn it... Tell my mom I was a communist, just in case...
...*a crowd of emo heretics emerged from the forest*....