A moment later.
At a small table in the bar, Aaron stared at the "haggis" in front of him, not particularly eager to dig in.
This local specialty was a culinary abomination made primarily from minced sheep heart, liver, and other innards, all stuffed into a sheep's stomach and simmered with vegetables.
As for the taste?
It was truly beyond words.
Is this bartender getting back at me for coming to a bar and drinking nothing but lemonade?
Aaron grumbled inwardly, setting down his knife and fork and eating only a little of the mashed potatoes and vegetable salad on the side.
"Mm... a very distinctive flavor."
Bruce, on the other hand, had quite an appetite. He ate more than half the haggis, then gulped down over half a glass of "golden honey wine" and raised his cup. "Happy New Year!"
Fortunately, he still retained a shred of reason and did not shout anything like he was buying drinks for the entire bar.
Otherwise, Aaron would definitely pretend not to know this guy and leave him to be tossed into a pigsty once he got drunk.
After eating and drinking their fill, Aaron saw that Bruce was already somewhat tipsy.
Half supporting him, he found the bartender. "Is there an inn nearby?"
"You can stay on the second floor of our bar, and we can even call over a few local ladies as fiery as the sun for you!"
The bartender winked. "There's another one on the left, an inn run by Old Mad. His wife and daughter are both quite beautiful too..."
"Thank you."
Aaron thanked him and was about to help Bruce out of the bar.
Ever since entering the bar, as time passed, his [Danger Premonition] had been growing stronger and stronger.
*But no matter how I