You decide not to stand on the street and not disturb passers-by. You want to go to this bar.

You cross to the other side of the street and you walk into this bar.

Inside this bar you see a dozen wooden tables and many wooden chairs.

However, there are very few visitors. A couple of men are sitting at a table in the corner. You see the owner of this establishment behind the counter. You approach him.

This is an elderly man who is dressed in a dirty shirt, an apron, and worn out pants. His face is wrinkled, his eyes have a watery gray tint, and he has a large, hooked nose.

The bartender scratched his chin, which was covered with grayish stubble. He looked at you sideways.

The bartender said in an irritated voice: “Again, I don’t have normal customers. Instead of them, some savage came to my bar. Of course you don’t have money? Right?”

You stupidly say: “Money?”

Your perplexed expression probably irritates the bartender even more.

The bartender rolls his eyes and says in an embittered tone: “That's it! Money! Currency! Crefs! Or do you want to pay for drinks with skins?! Or maybe you want to exchange drinks for skulls?! Fucking savage. I have to pay rent, but instead of normal clients shit-headed savage comes to visit me. I'm so tired of this crap! "

Suddenly you hear from the side of the table at which two men are sitting, words addressed to the bartender and to you: “It’s okay, Jim! I’ll pay for this guy’s drink! Conrad and I will be interested in talking with this guy! Hey, you! Go over here! Take a chair and sit at our table!"

You take a chair and go to this table. You sit down next to two men. The bartender brings you a glass and pours some clear liquid into it. You drink a little and you feel an unfamiliar taste and tingling sensation on your tongue. You examine the two men.

The first man appears to be around 30 years old. He is wearing a gray shirt, black trousers and black men's shoes. His face is pale in color, he has a black mustache and thick black hair on his head that has a slightly messy appearance. This man's eyes are dark brown and slightly shiny. He smiles slightly and looks at you. He was the one who offered to pay for your drinks.

The second man looks older. His age is probably about 35-40 years old. He is wearing a leather jacket, leather pants and boots. His ivory skin has several scars (two small straight scars on his forehead and one large, winding scar on his cheek). This man is bald, but he has a small chestnut beard. His eyes are gray in color. You notice a machete and a holster with a revolver on the man's belt.

The first man says to you: “Welcome to the Free City of Alma! Judging by your appearance, I can assume that this is your first time visiting our beautiful city? Isn’t that right?”

You answer: “Yes, that’s really true. This is my first time here in my life.”

The first man says: "Then I apologize for the behavior of the bartender Jim! He is in a difficult financial situation. He needs to get more crefs. That's why he was a little rude to you."

You ask: “What are crefs?”

The first man replies: “Cref - Credit of Freedom. This is the name of the monetary currency that is used in the territory of the Free City of Alma and on the lands that it controls. By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Sebastian Valis. This bearded silent guy is called Konrad Gruber . And what is your name?"

You answer: "My name is Ed. I'm from the Spiderscars tribe."

Conrad speaks in a deep voice: “I guessed what tribe you are from. The scars on your left shoulder make it easy to understand.”

Sebastian asks: “What is the purpose of your visit to our city, Eddie?”