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It was rather vexing to find that the hospitality they were expecting in a town was only partially there, as well as, well, the town itself. Then again, it was likely the gods, and slash or possibly the local demons, played a part in it's desolation. Nevertheless, the band had trained to live under harsh conditions, often in the comforts of their own homes.
"Right," said Max, rubbing his hands. "Which way's the pub?"
"Nah, I don't think there's a pub that's open, if you know what I mean," said Adam Skelecoot.
"Well, that would make it easier to get booze, wouldn't it?"
Adam would grunt in response to Max's logic. "Well, there might still be a pub open here anyways, that's just a must-have in any settlement."
Max would roll his eyes.