The Cracked Flagon

[Golan]

Golan was behind the bar, wiping a glass (This is where Golan will always be when someone enters, it's mysterious bar magic. don't ask questions). She puts the glass down and eyes the group suspiciously.

"Hmmm.... Maybe. But questions are for paying customers. Here's a menu."

Golan suspiciously handed the group a pair of menus to share. She especially kept an eye on the normal looking ones, because she could see them regularly.