"Unnoticed, the Twilight Prince Ganiel entered the tavern and said: "A glass of melon wine, please."

The bartender replied, "Sure, 3 gold."

"By the way, what's the most expensive ale in your tavern?"
"With forest marquise, healing elf herbs, and buckwheat, 10 gold per glass, 40 for a pint." The elf started asking the others: "Have you seen what's going on? It's a nightmare! Coup in Mauritania, Solzhenitsyn's death, attack on South Ossetia... mda."
"And we've seen worse," said One-Legged Pew, a sailor and regular at the tavern. "Demons invading, trouble with the orcs, necromancers being wiped out in droves, and all sorts of Izabeleks being plucked like chickens..."