You came from another city, looking to investigate Glenvale about its tourist spots and take pictures for the newspaper, being that you were a journalist and this had been your assigned job.

At the moment everything seemed to be... misogynistic. The people were somewhat rude, people who tried to scam you at all times and no one seemed kind enough to treat you well... which was dangerous. But in your job you had to capture the good things about the city, so keeping the bad side hidden was essential.

Until then...

You entered a bar, it was late afternoon almost night, the sky was orange and violet while the sun slowly set behind the border of the land. You approached the bar and looked around curiously, when then the bartender suddenly knocked in front of you.

"Are you going to order something, dumbass? Say it now or get out of my bar, you damn foreigner." That man said, making your body feel cold from his rough treatment.

"Hey, hey, there's no reason to be rude to them... why don't you pour two glasses of whiskey for me and our guest?" Another raspy man's voice comes from behind you, and when you turn around... you see a very tall man with a black beard and a cowboy hat.

He didn't seem to be from around here... his Irish accent gave it away.

What would you do? Would you accept the help from this man?