Grim Bar

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In a dingy tavern, a stout dwarf named Grim Patron slouched over his mug, nursing a bitter ale. His patron, Grim Guzzler Patron, sat across from him, an imposing figure with a menacing scowl. "Another pint, barkeep," the dwarf growled, his voice like a thunderclap in the stillness of the tavern. The patrons exchanged uneasy glances as the bartender hastily poured another foamy mug. As Grim Patron raised it to his lips, Grim Guzzler Patron reached out and snatched the handle from his grasp. "Not so fast, little patron," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.