A small pub near Fludoscarr.

*leaving his room, the monarch approaches the bar counter with a joyful expression and hangs up a sign that reads: "Once every thousand years, you can taste the exquisite Ktulhu caviar – don't hesitate, it's only 2000 gold per kg."* - I see you slept well, your highness! - Alright, I'll remove the restriction on the beer – I'm feeling generous today.