Bars

The bearded man strode into the tavern, with loud footsteps and a grim look. I eyed him as he looked around. He caught sight of me. Walked up to me, in that stiff manner they all have.

"Beer," he said.

Oh damn. This was the first time this had ever happened. Script, script... what was I supposed to say again? We were all supposed to say the same thing.

Dammit. I can't remember. Guess I'm gonna have to bluff it.

"Of course. Have a seat, I'll be with you shortly," I said brightly.

He stood stock still and stared straight ahead.

And stared. 

And stared, while I fetched his beer. 

It was really awkward.

"Here you go," I said.

Like magic, the tankard was empty, and gold was in my hand. Huh.

"...16 beer," he said.

I blinked. "Of... course?" That's a lot of beer, though.

Eventually, when he left, I checked the stores, sure he'd drunk us dry. 

"Huh. Still full," I muttered.

The bartender leaned over my shoulder. "Mhm. Them's our best customers. Weird as hell, but good business."

No kidding.