A Princess, An Elf, And A Demon Walk Into A Bar... 〈TESTED ✧〉

Thandriel sighed, a sound like wind through dead leaves. "Typical. My people were distilling starlight while your ancestors were still discovering the wheel. I’ll have a dew-drop nectar, chilled to the temperature of a winter’s morning in the Elder Woods."

The flickering neon sign outside didn’t discriminate, but the trio currently standing at the threshold was testing the structural integrity of the "All Realms Welcome" policy. A Princess, an Elf, and a Demon Walk Into a Bar...

The bartender stared. Malphas leaned over, his horns narrowly missing a low-hanging chandelier. "Give 'em the rotgut, barkeep. And for me? Whatever you use to strip the paint off those wagons outside. Make it a double." The Punchline Thandriel sighed, a sound like wind through dead leaves

"Exactly," Malphas chuckled. "And we were still ten minutes early for happy hour." A Princess, an Elf, and a Demon Walk Into a Bar...