Okay, beer it is!
Cici takes the lead and happily takes Robert with her towards the lively-sounding brewery. There are a couple of Danririn outside, one of them cradling a mug of something smoking and the other chewing a choco herb and listening to the other one moan. They both pause when two humans walk by them, but only for a moment before they continue on their one-sided conversation.
While it is cloaked in darkness outside, inside the establishment the crystal lights are bright and yellow, and the walls are a gradient shade of light brown at the tops to rusted red at the bottom. The tables are oblong, all scrubbed wood of soft yellow hues, and there are very neatly polished low crates and barrels placed in lieu of chairs. It's fairly crowded in here, so there are only two places you guys could sit - at a free table slap up against the wall furthest from the entrance, or at the two empty bar stools right at the bar.
Everyone here is a Danririn except for you two, and everyone gives you a glance and pauses from conversation before continuing on, though it is obviously they are curious. It's not like they are too surprised though; you can guess that maybe word had gotten around already about your likely arrival, somehow. Or maybe they're just not the type to ask questions? It's hard to tell without asking.
On the wall behind the bar, where a bartender is currently drawing beer from a barrel tap, you can see a black board with a hand-written menu in thick white Archaiean lettering. Or at least, you think it's a menu. It says:
White stuff ... 50 B
Red stuff ... 70 B
Black stuff ... 30 B
Golden stuff ... 25 B
Blue stuff ... 1 S
Well, where do you guys want to sit, and what will you order? Robert, you have no monies, so... ask Cici nicely maybe?
Orrr go without...