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Does this tavern have a menu?

Does this tavern have a menu?

Pengu hands Kane lives a menu that is in the language of Pengunese.

"I'm still working on having a translated menu for Wintreathians.  There was one previously, but the last ones were a bit...ah...well let's just say that they're currently ash and leave it at that."

Finds milk on the menu

I would like some milk.

"Ah, a risk taker are you? One Penguin milk vodka, coming up."

Is there milk that is not alcoholic?

Barnes waltzes in with a reindeer, clearly too drunk to remember leaving the bar months earlier, or how he got the reindeer in the first place

I'm looking for your strongest drink.

Pengu brings you a drink bottle shaped like a muscular fist flexing itself.

Here you go.  One Strongman Vodka.

in slurred German   Danke schön!

A tall, powerful figure in a cloak with a deep cowl enters as the door is blown open by a sudden gust.  Closing it behind him, he throws the hood back.  A Draconian!  Sitting down in front of the fire, he looks at Barnes, in utter disgust

The one-horned Qunari finally startles awake, after his two-year nap, and notices what looks like a dragon. He jumps to his feet and pulls his sword from its sheath, struggling to maintain his footing due to his dizziness. "A dragon! Die, dragon!"

"I'm no Dragon.  I'm half-dragon.  And, if I were you, I'd quit waving the sword before someone gets hurt,"  Sae'taer, the Draconian, says, drawing a massive broadsword from the scabbard across his back, rising from his chair and handling the sword like it was bamboo, "Namely, you."

The Qunari growls: "I kill dragons for sport in the Tevinter Imperium. I won't be the one to get hurt."

Remembering the other guests in the tavern, he realised that a pitched battle might result in people getting hurt. This prompted him to lay down his sword.

"But I suppose that can wait until another day. Why don't we drink to our coming battle?" He walked around the counter and took a dark mead from the larder.

"Agreed," Sae'taer said, sheathing his blade, "I can't disagree, except that I don't drink anything stronger than wine."

OOC:The others would probably just watch us fight.

The Qunari was really burning to ask one potentially rude question, but decided it would be better to break the ice first (and possibly get the half-dragon very drunk). He poured himself a tankard of mead, then reached behind the counter to collect the wine, before pouring the Draconian a decent amount and passing the tankard to him.

"So, what brings you to this icy hell?"

"I'm searching for somewhere to settle down.  I fell in love with the landscape, so I thought, 'Why not stay here?'" Sae'taer said, taking a sip of wine, before making a face at the strange taste.  It was not as sweet as the wine he was used to, but it was interesting.
As he set his mug down, the door opened again, and a large female snow wolf walked in, before closing the door behind herself.  She stalked across the tavern, and sat down beside Sae's chair, her head above the level of the table, which she rested her head on.  Sae stroked her head, before looking back at the Qunari, ready to talk and answer questions or fight, whichever was required.