The first thing Jert saw upon entering Glyneos's tavern was the face of a girl he didn't recognize. Or perhaps a woman? It wasn't easy to determine her age because of the helmet on her head.

As she passed through, she bumped into a burly man quite hard, and when he turned around, the door behind her had already slammed shut. With considerable force, it should be noted, as if she did it out of annoyance or even anger.
— Hey, kid. — One of the men sitting at the large table called out to Jert.

— Please don't pay attention to that. She's not feeling well.

— She just needs a man... Hey, Sigurd.

— What is it, Theodarr?
— Do you mind if I hit on your daughter?
— Honestly? No. I think it might actually be good for her. But just watch yourself; otherwise, it could backfire, and she ends up ******* you over.
After this last phrase, those gathered burst into laughter.
— Well, with your crazy self. — Said Theodarr and immediately got up from the table only to start flirting with one of the waitresses.
— Hmm... — Thought the redhead. — Is it true that all the workers in this tavern are slaves?

— That's right, — confirmed the knight who had previously addressed Jert.
— Pff... Nothing less could be expected from barbarians. — Commented the oldest of them.

— Alfred, please don't voice such opinions out loud. — Asked Sigurd. — Remember, we are guests here.
Meanwhile, Theodarr, taking advantage of the fact that the waitress was barely resisting, touched her in the most intimate places. Some of the patrons tried not to pay attention to what was happening and ate silently, while others watched the scene with interest. Someone even considered joining in or using another slave girl, but the innkeeper stopped the Hallian.
— Sir, please behave yourself. — He said. — If you want to relax, I recommend renting a room if you haven't already done so and resting there.
— I need a woman, not a room.
— You misunderstand me. If you want to spend time with the lady you like, you must retire to one of our establishment's rooms. Otherwise, you will disturb other guests, which we cannot allow.
Theodarr stared at the manager for a moment, considering what he had heard, then asked, "How much for a room?"
— One room with one bed and company for an hour. If this suits you, it will be 50 silver coins.
It was clear from the Hallian's face that he was unhappy with the price, but he still handed over the money to the manager and dragged the slave upstairs.

— Disgusting. — Another member of the group commented briefly, who had been eating his meal silently until now.

— To be honest, I don't like the system of slavery in this country either because...
— I'm not talking about slaves, — interrupted the dark-haired man. — A strong person will never become one. He will either accept death or fight for his freedom with all his might. These women are no better than livestock. But Theodarr, however good a warrior he may be, seems like a dull animal incapable of controlling himself when he sees a woman.
— But they didn't have a choice, — objected the youngest in the group, — and besides, people always gravitate towards others, even if it doesn't always manifest itself in such... Negative ways. Sometimes it can bring happiness and give a person meaning in life.
— Are you talking about...?
— Um... Mmm... — The young man hesitated. — Sincere and mutual love?... A companion whom you will spend your whole life with, for whom you will have an incentive to try, and who will have an incentive to try for you...
— Heh, buddy. — Smiled the burly man sitting next to him. — If you want a companion, get yourself a dog. And if you need female warmth, hire a prostitute or find yourself a concubine.

— But... these are completely different things.
— Believe me, all these illusions about love won't lead you to anything good.
— Oh! Who would have thought, — the dark-haired man intervened again in the conversation. — It's rare when I agree with you, Olaf.
— Phew.
— Only here, my friend Reinhold, I would advise you not to associate with women at all. They are vile creatures. Besides, an intellectual person has no need to stoop to the level of an animal and be guided by the desires of his groin. There is so much else in life that one can do and devote time to, but some people prefer to spend it... — From somewhere above, loud female moans and excited cries from the Hallian began to reach them. — Like this. I will never understand.
— Well, what can you do? You probably don't live very happily with such an attitude towards life. — Olaf shook his head and turned to Sigurd. — Boss, why did you refuse this job after all? Based on what we heard, it seemed like a typical task for us. What didn't you like?
— The work may be good and quite feasible, but the promised gold will not compensate for the losses our squad will incur.
The conversation among those gathered took a completely different turn, and only one of them said nothing during all this time.

Meanwhile, Jert was brought a menu. The local tavern offered many different drinks, but these two were the most interesting:
Charge
-1+1 HP
Safely strength/10
50 silver coins
Pazori
Random perk once.
20 gold coins