A small pub near Fludoscarr. Auto-translated

No, that can't be true) Imps don't attack first... especially not our tavern) They'll be scared of our patrons =)
*Arandor shouted from the second floor to Valgu, who was talking loudly to himself*... after which he closed the windows and went to sleep.

*wiping and scrubbing the spilled Exom beer off his pants with a napkin*
Well... and now my pants look like a beggar's rags...
I could get a job at the spaceport now...

But then again, it's fair.
Hmm...
Arandor ran off to his room... and took the beer with him... 10 mugs.
As a loyal friend, I have a duty to prevent him from consuming all this poison!
Who's with me, guys?
...
What, nobody?
Well, never mind. I'll handle it myself.
*going outside, he found Ara's window on the second floor*
Okay, now we'll...
*a terrifying roar right next to his ear*
Ah, it's you, Wolf! How are you? And I'm just...
breathing the air!
Let's see what I have!
*pulling a piece of sausage out of his pocket and throwing it to the brave servant*
Here! Nothing too good for our guys on duty... we need to fix that! Okay...
Help me get up there!
*climbing onto the balcony of Arandor's room, he accidentally knocked a flower pot down and let out a multi-story curse*
Damn it, is the bard growing flowers?!
*carefully peering into the window of the room, he saw Arandor sweetly snoring with a half-empty mug*
Hmm... there are still nine untouched ones! What luck.
Okay, hmm...
Three Exoms to stop him from seeking revenge...
Three Brekus to keep him from causing trouble... although, what do I care? Well, never mind. Maybe Al will pay me for maintaining order?:)
Three for the monarch, so he doesn't rat on the owner when he returns...
...
Damn it!
What the hell was I doing up here?
Grrr!!
That's why people turn to Chaos...
*entering the room, he took the tray with the mugs, unlocked the door from the inside, went out into the corridor, and...
very explicit sounds were coming from the room next door. Suddenly, a wrapper with the inscription "Arandor Ribbed, 10 pcs." flew out from under the door.*
*Loken's mood was completely ruined. He went downstairs, slammed the tray on the bar counter, and left the tavern.*

they will be scared of our guests =)

And not just them...

*Walks into a bar - it's empty, only upstairs someone is having sex* - I wonder, did they bring arandon with them? Or are they using pills after all...
*Sadly puts his hands in his pockets, takes an AK-47, and goes where there are signs that say "Caution, high radiation"*...

*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.

Waking up in the morning, Arandor noticed changes in his room...
- Okay, why is the window open? - He closed it.
- Where is my beer?!... although, never mind, it was spoiled anyway... sigh, more work again =(... or should I just forget about it?... *he pondered*
P.S.

It's like a text-based RPG here!

You've got a text-based RPG going on here :)

That's very, very good... it makes me happy =)
At least it's some variety from other off-topic threads...

*logs in, kills everyone, and leaves*
What else is there to do in an RPG?

Sensing that something was about to happen, Arandor descended to the first floor... (he had some things with him). P.S. Nazg, use your imagination!

-will he treat?... Let's go have a drink with the Bartender, he's "treating" here. - Arandor replied with a smile and sat down at a table. (I don't know which table... just some table). P.S. By the way, I already have a picture of the pub in my head. I can draw a diagram... how I see it =). Entrance, stairs, bar, stage, etc. =)))

The bartender is that guy over there... the one in furs... - he pointed at Mona. (or you can call her Moni) =)
And I'm in charge of the rooms... I want to warn you, they're expensive... do you have anything to pay with? =)

*The monarch, with a neutral expression, said* - what about ale, beer, or cognac?
*Turning to the Nazgûl* - how could you kill the mosquitoes! Thanks for the VIP room :D

- By the way, Moni... about the room... I've changed the prices... now the room costs 5 mugs of beer and a couple of portions of something to eat =))... well, and... maybe I'll ask for something else =)... hehe

Ma'am, I could play, since we have a piano and various lutes... but dancing isn't my forte.

"Get off my back, you won't grow any taller... And take your bike away from my tail," a voice shouted from the street, waking the wolf who had been peacefully sleeping under the porch after a wild night. "And don't forget to leave some snacks for me, or I'll howl all night," he added.