A couple of drinks in a nice local bar would never go amiss, so you decided to go out for a night out at the "friendly" bar The Braying Mule. It was a good choice in your eyes.

As soon as you arrived, the small but pleasant bar quickly captivated you and after having an accidental collision with one of the customers, you moved to go sit at the bar. You tried to make yourself small in the place while listening to the laughter and conversations from one side to the other. You rested your head on your arms, resting it there.

"Hey there!" A voice surprised you and when you raised your head, you saw a mug of beer extended towards you by a dark-skinned man with a friendly smile who was holding his own drink and had a thick German tongue as accent. "You look down, this one's on me."