[ WP ] After fulfilling your lifelong dream of opening your own bar , you notice that the clientele are very ... quest-oriented .

“ Heard any rumors lately? ” 
 
 Eric paused while wiping his glass. It was a surprisingly common question. He wondered for a moment if it was code for something, like a secret menu drink. 
 
 More than anything else, Eric wanted to be a good bartender. He had n't had much luck at anything else, but he knew alcohol. So he searched his mind for anything that might catch the man's interest. 
 
 “ Well, there a couple of folk over there that were muttering about rounding up bandits. Might be undercover cops doing a sting? ” 
 
 The man glanced over to the pair of odd-looking women. Eric thought they must be bikers with all the leather they wore, but he could n't quite figure out the bows. Hunting enthusiasts? 
 
 “ Hrm. I do n't much like the look of'em, but thank ye. ” His customer hopped off the stool. Eric saw that the man was only four feet tall, but had biceps the size of his head. 
 
 “ Sir, did you want your drink? ” Eric asked. 
 
 “ Ah, that's a good lad! ” The little man tossed back an appletini and coughed. “ By Odin's spear, that's AMAZING! ” 
 
 He slammed down a coin that looked like a golden dollar, but much bigger, then strutted off to the two biker chicks. 
 
 In quick succession, he redirected four other customers that had asked the same question, all equally odd. There was a man wearing a bathrobe with stars on it, a brooding girl with pointed teeth, an overly-cheerful midgit that tried to snatch his best liquor, and a woodsman with an enormous service dog. The muscle-bound dwarf beckoned him over. 
 
 “ That was some mighty fine drink you gave us. I think we'll be seeing much o' each other. ” 
 
 Eric's smile froze on his face as he noticed the wicked glint off a large battleaxe resting by his table. Before he could say anything, the little man clasped Eric's arm with his crushing grip and his strange posse stood to leave. 
 
 “ Alright, let's get it done then! We'll be back for a round of your appletinis fair barman! But first, Glenda must have her drink. ” he ran his hand over the sharp steel of the battleaxe and walked out the door.
