Ahh, my old Yserbian home. This was the place my tired a$$ stayed up and played for hours and hours on end, till the wee hours of morning. I don't know how I functioned those days after so little sleep, but at least I can say 'I had fun last night' the next morn as I stumbled around like a drunken fool, colliding with poles and other strangely solid stationary objects. argghh
*BOM 2000 enters the tavern, sets up at the bar, and opens the cabinet within its chest to reveal bottles of rum, whiskey, and ale!*
arr, Drink up me hearties!