A small pub near Fludoscarr. Auto-translated

*makes a discreet sign to Naznulu*
-Greetings, brother, I have a CAT-ON-A-STICK for you! It's a very delicious dish, made only from the finest breeds of cats! Our cats undergo flea and rabies checks, are washed and freshened up by masters of their craft (that is, by me). Interested?

You yourself said "it's okay";) And how much do I owe you for the room? I'm getting a bit tired of being here.

*Smiling*
And for the room, you owe him a striptease, 100 gold, kneeling, etc.
Anyway, I'm going to go get some beer and bring it to you of my own making:smile08:

Yeah... don't listen to him, our bartender is a bit... eccentric.
Excuse me, miss, how many do you have? And what do you have?))

*laughing* As soon as you say how many artifacts you have, he'll say – that's exactly how many you need.

I see everything!!! You can't hide!!! Work, slaves!!!!!!!

P.S. Ar Taviumat, stop scaring away my clients!!! The girls here live off the establishment, so settle in, Lelya.

tsuk... where did you come from?)) what is that?... a radio satellite TV?) haha
never mind, I just need to get back the money I spent here)))

*An enraged monarch bursts into a tavern (after having been in the forest) and smashes two tables along with the people sitting at them.*
Argh... those vile Elves, those ugly creatures maimed one of my comrades, all because he decided to attack a unicorn, and what are you looking at? Do you think whose meat it is? Of course, it's unicorn meat. Well, I'll get to them...

*someone is clearly asking for it*
- well, it's good that they crippled him... they should have killed him altogether, then there would be only 12 of you... or however many you are?..... and you broke the tables for no reason) hehe *tries to contain his laughter*....
okay, we'll sort it out tomorrow... now it's time to go to bed) hehe *Arandor went upstairs to his room*.

*He walks in from the street, casually brushing blood off his bass guitar while listening to Wolf's instructions about only throwing people out from inside the bar, not outside. A piece of blood-stained pink fabric is stuck to his leg. He looks curiously at the girl who just appeared, his gaze lingering in certain places.*
The bass guitar is more for other purposes... *He puts it under the table and takes out a black electric guitar, sits on a table in the corner, takes the portion of beer that Loken brought, which no one took because everyone immediately remembered the bass guitar hanging above. Then, a melody from the movie "From Dusk Till Dawn" begins to play from the corner.*

*He enters a pub, sits down at a table, and falls asleep because, after a good day, he needs to sleep at least 7 hours instead of the actual 2, but after 40 minutes he will wake up – a reflex developed over the years will kick in.*

*Looks at the Arabs with a dissatisfied glare.*
We'll see... it'll be interesting to see how they do in hand-to-hand combat, your elves? We won't come alone; the hounds of Kulan will come with us, and then your elves will be in trouble :D.

*through sleep...* ...Elves, damn it... They've multiplied... Like cockroaches... Like that goblin comrade said, "only mass executions will save the Motherland..." ... *back to sleep...*

*sporting a fresh scar on his neck, he enters the bar with a grim expression, not looking at anyone, sits down at a table in the back corner, and begins to clean the teeth of his chain sword with a rag.*

half an hour later...

*having polished the sword to a shine, he hangs it on his belt. He sits, lost in thought.*

five minutes later...

*he looks up from the table, surveys those gathered with a clearer gaze, and waits tensely for something, calculating details in his mind.*

*lifts his gaze from the table, looks around at those gathered with a clearer expression, and intently WAITS for something, calculating details in his mind*

-FINALLY! You want a CAT-ON-A-STICK?! Only today and only for you - a 3% discount! Eh-eh-eh... I tried my best, as always, catching these cats from all the garbage dumps, they scratched and bit, and no one eats them...
*Takes out a bottle and sadly sits down at a table in the far corner*

*addressing everyone*
So, tonight we're going to attack the elves, who's with me? (Berserkers and Kulan's hounds are already ready – after all, killing is their favorite thing to do :D), and after we raid the elven forest, we'll kill 1/4 of the unicorn population – and the meat will be free tonight!!!