My dear barman,

I must say, I find your appropriation of such a title to be fradulent. I
found myself in Hashan for one reason, and one reason alone. My sobriety
certainly wasn't going to cure itself! So I wander myself down to the
Dragon's Tail Bar. Naturally, you would think such an establishment
would be well stocked with libations with which to wet my whistle.

You would be wrong, as well. How many people have you misled over the
years with your claims, sinister man? How many poor alcoholics have you
doomed to a life on the straight and narrow?

This is unnacceptable. It is a downright travesty! I demand you rename
your establishment and evacuate your false title at once! Should you
need recommendations for new names, I would suggest the Hashan
Falsehoods Club, or perhaps The Breathing Lounge.

Since that's all there is to do there.

Breathe. And lounge.

Bah. I'll bet you don't even know what a warhammer is.


With sobering fury,
Kuntar Semshan

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 566 AF.