Scotland, Inverness.
This was the largest town in the Scottish Highlands, situated at the mouth of the River Ness where it flowed into the Moray Firth. Known as the "Gateway to the Highlands," it boasted beautiful riverside scenery and ranked among the best places to live in the United Kingdom.
It was another morning. As the first ray of sunlight fell upon the banks of the River Ness, a newly arrived tourist pushed open the doors of Hutana Bar.
"Welcome, sir. What can I get you?"
The bearded middle-aged bartender stepped forward and greeted him warmly.
"Local whisky."
The man in a dark blue Barbour jacket held a colorful copy of Loch Ness and Surrounding Hiking Guide. As he casually flipped through it, he said, "Make it authentic, not the sort you serve tourists. You know what I mean."
"Oh, certainly, no problem." The bartender's smile became even more welcoming. He deftly turned around, retrieved a bottle of dark liquor without a label from the back of the cabinet, and poured him less than half a glass.
Then his gaze fell on the guidebook in the man's hand. With a light chuckle, he asked, "Sir, are you here looking for the Loch Ness Monster too?"
"Of course. I love the little fellow." The man took a sip of whisky and slowly said, "My newspaper told me that one photo could sell for several hundred dollars. Who wouldn't love such a good kid?"
"Haha, then good luck to you, sir," the bartender said with a smile.
"One more thing." The man set down his glass and continued, "We only arrived today and were planning to rent a boat for a trip out to sea. Do you have any recommendations? I need one that can go a little farther."
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