The tavern was named Old George. From the outside, it seemed to have some years on it, and upon entering, it gave off a distinctly nostalgic atmosphere.
It was noon, and the tavern had just opened. Guding was the first customer.
The tavern owner was an old man named George, with a head full of short silver hair and a face covered in silver stubble. His smile was warm. "What will it be, young man?"
"A glass of Milka, please!" Guding grinned in response; this tavern brought back memories of the Rose Tavern and Aunt Rousi's nostalgic style.
"You're a smart young man. Minors should follow your example and drink more nutritious beverages while avoiding alcohol," Old George said with a smile as he started preparing Guding's Milka.
