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There's a bartender on duty tonight with epic chest hair, an even more epic crossbow (strapped to his back, not loaded, don't worry), and a rather less than epic stepstool. Not his fault the Bar is scaled for humans.
"All right, people," he says, surveying the Bar. "I'm not what you'd call a mixed drinks man, so here's the deal. Tell me a joke tonight, I'll knock two coppers off the price of your drink. A good joke, and it's three silvers off. Make me laugh out loud and you'll get anywhere from half off to your drink for free, depending on just how entertained I am."
"Bar's open. Let's see what you've got."
"All right, people," he says, surveying the Bar. "I'm not what you'd call a mixed drinks man, so here's the deal. Tell me a joke tonight, I'll knock two coppers off the price of your drink. A good joke, and it's three silvers off. Make me laugh out loud and you'll get anywhere from half off to your drink for free, depending on just how entertained I am."
"Bar's open. Let's see what you've got."