OOC: Back.
As the four walked in, Nicanor scouted for a table and sat there down with his.. compagnions.
''Four Du-aan mugs, aye?'' He said in the local dialect.
The waitress nodded and handed them four mugs, she said then: ''That'll be four duan.''
Nicanor flipped the coins and began drinking of his mug.
''It's just amazing how scared you quickly were.. hah, here they can only threaten, but not do anything, Trol'Akar is just a mere village on the great map of Magnar'', the Old Man said in a disdaining voice,''but be carefull not to be robbed here. Many thiefs hanging around, eh?''
Nicanor shoved the empty beermug away.