[Alneyan]

That place is too quiet; I can't even stay in the shadows anymore, while letting all the trouble pass by my unimportant person.

Oh, and please give me something. Say, water. I don't exactly trust whatever else might be prepared behind that curtain. Doesn't it smell like... I don't know... various problems falling on the head of an unwary customer? And that isn't only a metaphor either; various things are known to fall from above (sure, very little falls from below, but hey, you never know in a place as odd as that one), whose very name instills dread in the heart of the bravest. Many a gallant patron found the infamous "Killed by speaking aloud the One Word" as his epitath after all.

Looks like I have been rambling. Must be the place. A non-alcoholic, non-furry touched, non-demon envouted and non-hormone infested drink should be enough to take care of that ranting. *Eyes RD's own beverage, and threatens to trigger deadly force against its owner if there is no other suitable drink to be found in the whole place*