With a creak the wooden door swings open. As a stranger crosses the threshold, the loud voices and cheerful music in the tavern come to a discordant halt. With a swagger only achieved through internet anonymity, Ipodjockey strolls in with a wink at the man sitting at the piano. Reaching into a greasy bag several pieces of silver are slapped down on the bar. "Barkeep, I'm hot, dirty and horny. I think you can help me with at least one of those. What's the strongest thing you got?"
