A little pub opens in the remains of the city. Thankfully, the shop was mostly unharmed despite the constant battles, pandemics, and cataclysms that endlessly occurred. As you walk in, you see the pub. Quaint tables and chairs are neatly set up. The drink counter is clean, ready to slide drinks across. As you find a seat, a robotic servant takes a place behind the counter, preparing the drinks. The robot is vaguely humanoid, slim, but sturdy. It turns towards you and says with a light British accent, “Ello there, would you kindly take a seat? I’ll be right there soon, ready to take your order. Name’s Jenkins by the way. Feel free to ask any questions.” (This is just a short rp event. Feel free to take a breather from the chaos of the apocalypse.)