Cross-World Mixology: Bartending For Another World
Every few days somewhere in another world a bar opens up for 3 days and nights only and disappears on the 4th day. The owner and his apprentice makes drinks for any race whether you're a king, a monster, the undead, or anyone else and to anyone who accepts hospitality to be in the bar of otherworldly tastes, a bar named the Phantom Cat. Some say the owner has a secret that his own people don't know except his regulars. What secret could it be?
Something Elven
We began travelling across worlds again after resupplying. And it appears that we arrived in a forest area. Seems a bit dense for people to see the front of the bar. I should ask Master on what I should do here.
"Hey Master? Should I cut some of the plants it appears that they're blocking the front entrance."
"No need Vic. Plus, it's forbidden to cut those plants. They're living plants, we're in the elven world of Endoc." Said Mr. Erik.
"What should I do then?"
"Well you should just begin wiping the tables." Said Mr. Erik.
I nodded and began doing my round routine in the bar by cleaning the tables and the benches and seats. Miss Katie was polishing the glass while Master was preparing the drinks. When 3 elven soldiers entered the room with weapons at hand.
"Woah, hey now no weapons inside-" I was stopped by Master.
"Who are you why is this place in our sacred land?" Said one of the elven soldiers.