Walking around the neighborhoods of the "damned apple" you heard the sounds of a massacre these sounds led to a bar in periaphenite under the enchanting name of "rotten apple" and a man flew out of the bar window his face was badly beaten it was not even clear who it was going inside the picture was no better the bar was shabby and not cozy in the center of events a goat man who with dexterity and fury beats men in the bar with his bat when the last one fell the goat man just sat down at the counter ordered a drink in his goatish unpleasant voice "beer here! now!"