Okay, so Marco had made a little fun of Kang for the whole "tavern" thing. And possibly he shouldn't have confused the guy by talking about Vikings and plus-one swords. (But come on, the guy was walking right into it!)

But this was a party, and no way was Marco going so say no to that. Even if the place did look as if it had been listed right out of a fantasy rpg.

He was starting to wonder if dragging Ax along was really a good idea, though. Ax went crazy just for food. Marco was now dreading what would happen when he got his hands on some alcohol.

"Okay Ax-man, repeat after me: small doses, alright? Small. Doses. And no drinking it all at once."