A Princess, An Elf, And A Demon Walk Into A Bar... | Pro — ANTHOLOGY |

"We got ale and 'The Special,'" the bartender grunted, polishing a mug with a rag that was arguably filthier than the glass.

The flickering neon sign outside didn’t discriminate, but the trio currently standing at the threshold was testing the structural integrity of the "All Realms Welcome" policy. A Princess, an Elf, and a Demon Walk Into a Bar...

The tavern went silent. Even the half-orc bard stopped strumming his lute, his fingers frozen on a minor chord. The Interaction "We got ale and 'The Special,'" the bartender

"Exactly," Malphas chuckled. "And we were still ten minutes early for happy hour." Even the half-orc bard stopped strumming his lute,

Malphas took a massive swig of the liquid fire and grinned, showing too many teeth. "Because, Princess... the Dark Lord might be coming for your kingdom, and the Void might be swallowing the Elven forests, but even the apocalypse needs a designated driver."