(miniflash story)

Once I went to a troll tavern. It was a large building, under the roof of which the entire robbery world of Magladonia gathered: dwarves, mermaids (with legs, surprisingly), elves, fae, and of course trolls.

Approaching the bar, I asked for a dark beer.

“We sell alcohol only to minors,” a huge troll answered me.

“What the f**k,..” I thought, and decided that it was better to get out of here. I shouldn’t let Merlin cross the road to a drunken teenager.