Waterworks

Well, that's that. You're done here.

> Bartender: Maybe offer the lass a glass of water before the dame legs it. She might be a little dehydrated after such conspicuous consumption.

Assuming there is any water to offer...

The bartender hopes that you aren't trying to set a record for the largest hangover and offers you a glass of water.

Eh. Thanks, but you don't touch the stuff.




The Alpha Hall hasn't changed all that much, which is why you've kept returning to it. The vikings who run it are very traditional, and think of it as a labour of love rather than a strict job. You respect that.




In the meantime, everything else has been... let go, in a way. The other two bars have shut down (due to lack of patrons, you surmise).

Despite the city being as populous as ever, nobody is on the streets any more. It's a strange kind of peaceful desolation.