*Skarsi looks with curiosity as he wanders to the bar*
" Hmm.... interesting place they got here. ah! here's the bar."
*As Skarsi approaches the entrance, he is stopped by a guard who asks him to hand over any and all wapons*
"As you wish." As Skarsi adjusts his pope's robes, the guard notices what appears to be some sort of armor. "Here you are. Take good care of them." He walks into the establishment, leaving a confused guard and a sizable stack of weapons.
"Bartender, a glass of ... hmm.... i dont know what you serve here. Do you have any vodka?"
*He observes the other patrons, and the strange looks he is getting.*