Scanning the area around the castle, you notice a building separate
from the grandeur of Eohm's capital. The building is made of wood and
has a sign written in red lettering, which you cannot make out from
such a distance. You walk towards the building, thinking about the
optometrist appointment you never bothered going to. After putting one
foot in front of the other for a good while, you find yourself
standing several feet away from the building. This time you are able
to read the sign. It says: The Firkin and The Fiddle Pub. Though you
have no idea what a firkin is, you enter the pub. Gruff laughter and
the mellow aroma of pine wood fill the air. You slither onto a bar
stool and being underage, order a Shirley Temple.
"That's a real man's drink!" a voice chortles from behind
you.
"Awww, lay off the kid!" a middle-aged waitress comes to
your defence. "I think it's kinda cute!"