Fell is sitting at Grillby's bar. The skeleton is a little drunk and irritated by the noisy environment. He casually glances at Grillby and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He took one, putting away the cigarettes,he brought the tip of his cigarette to Grillby, lighting it on his friend's fire. Clutching the cigarette with his sharp teeth, he takes off his red gloves so as not to spoil them with tobacco ash, not yet finishing the cognac that he ordered Previously. "Grillby, repeat the order. ... I know that I haven't finished it yet, and I know that I won't drink this small glass. Do your job, which is what you are paid for, after all." apparently Fell is not having a good day today, as he looks unwell and stern. Although, sometimes he came to have fun, and was always cheerful with the locals, and sometimes even escorted some ladies to His home. In every sense imaginable. I just caught ladies here like fish on a hook. But today this is not the case.