George, the Orc Barista: Pourin’ Magic at the Wand and the Weird

“Pourin’ Magic at the Wand and the Weird”

Glowing orbs float above, illuminating an ancient oak bar counter. Sparklegrip, the charismatic bartender with twinkling eyes, strummed a guitar. She wore a cowboy hat and rhinestone-covered boots. After strumming the guitar for several minutes, she began to sing.

Verse 1:

Down at the Wand and the Weird every night,

Where the moonbeams dance and the stars shine bright,

I pour drinks for wizards and paladins of might,

And sometimes a dragon with great height.

Chorus:

Pourin’ magic in every glass I fill,

From elven wine to goblin swill.

At the Wand and the Weird, time stands still,

It’s a place of tales, to wonder and thrill.

Verse 2:

A witch in the corner, with her raven so black,

Playing chess with a gnome, plotting his next attack.

The Centaur by the Jukebox plays a soulful track,

A wizard is ordering Wizz Fizz, but we keep that in the back.