Always with the questions!" The raven chuckles, hopping in a circle. "Sure, but let's fuel up first. Talking on an empty stomach is never ideal."
"Oh! oh! While we are heading to eat, shall we do a grand tour of your new establishment?" it asks, its voice filled with a mixture of pride and mischief.
You nod and stand up, ready to discover the ins and outs of your newly acquired bar.
Your footsteps echo across the wide expanse of the main venue.
The room has a faded grandeur to it, with high ceilings and ornate moldings that have seen better days.
Dust motes float through the streaks of sunlight that pierce the heavy, moth-eaten drapes hanging in front of large windows.
Long wooden tables, their surfaces scratched and scarred from countless drinks and conversations, are scattered haphazardly across the creaky wooden floor.
Abandoned chairs, some toppled over, tell tales of lively nights and forgotten memories.
The raven quips, "Well, you've seen it already, but imagine the potential! A bit of polish, some new furnishings, getting rid of the...smell - and voilà! A bar like no other."