"My apologies, Arbin Beag, for I missed all the "religious" ceremonies last night. I did hear all about them, though.

"It's still a bit chilly in here and, boy, am I glad I'm back to my normal clothes...that shepherd's crook needed new batteries.

"Speaking of which, Druid Beag, How long do you have to stay naked? And do you have any black coffee?"

*Turning, I hear an all too familiar voice inquiring as to the demise of the Screaming Skull.*

*purr*

"Why, what do we have here................

"Kettttttttttttttyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy................so glad to see you again."

A rather loud, leather clad warrior, warbles in a voice way too loud for this time of day.

"Where's Dermotts Pub?"

And then he blathers something about a monkey's uncle...I'm not sure what in Celtia he is talking about!

"Well, gentleman. Celtia being Celtia and this establishment being run by a spiritual leader accomplishes, in my humble opinion, several things at once. You can drink, brawl, and carry on all you like while getting a dose of religion in the process.

However, the overt answer should be fairly obvious to even the most casual observer. Why go anywhere else in Celtia when all the hot chicks are here?