*opens the door and lets Glenn in* come in, come in to our humble tavern! There's no age limit here, we count on discretion and self-discipline to control the flow of alcohol. Make yourself comfortable, the Vicious Monkey will take your steed to the stables where he will be well taken care of with a trough of malt and hop and barley (dry and unfermented, of course). Quite a storm brewing up, looks like the perfect weather to fight a final battle in that decides the fates of two great empires: one survive, and one fall.

I'll just sit by the door in case anyone comes.