"Ah! Two new lassies! Get them our custom, Sheamus!" *said the bartender, smirking at the two. They also notice a whale-like humanoid sitting at the bar, alone.*
"Oh...it's just something the barkeep does for newbies of the tavern. don't bother, it tastes like grass."
*They have a heavy Icelandic accent whilst saying this.*
You are walking through an icy path, with trees blocking vision from the side. You suddenly see a building in the distance, that looks to be a tavern. WDYD?
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