The man leads Hart to the front of the Drunk Demon, where a sign shows a balor cradling a mug of ale at a bar, bubbles emerging around his head. "Ah, thar she blows. The Drunk Demon Inn and Tavern. Now," he slaps Hart on the back, "let's get so drunk we don't remember the day!" he says, finishing with a loud laugh before entering.<br/><br/>Inside, even in the early afternoon, there is a semi-large crowd. Waitresses dressed with false horns and pronged tails walk between the tables, serving all manner of food and drink to the patrons. The main bar appears to have been carved out of wood then painted to look like flames. The man leads Hart to sit at one of the few open tables. A young human waitress with blonde hair to her shoulders and an impressively sized chest approaches the two. "Welcome to the Drunk Demon, hun. What can I get ya?" she says to you two.<br/><br/>"Two mugs of the strongest ale you've got. And for you?" The man turns to Hart at the end.