The air ionized around him as stepped through the threshold of his master's longhouse. He had been skeptical of the message, but the boredom of looking after the house in his master's absence had increased his suspension of disbelief. He blinked dumbly as the smell of pub food and hard booze and foreign creatures hammered his nostrils. He shook his head and reasserted his dominance of his senses.
He looked around for a place to store his blades, and seeing none went straight to the bar. He waved down the bartender. "Excuse me, sir, but do you serve food here?"
The synthetic bot turned on a single wheel and wavered a little on it's rod like torso, "Certainly sir. The conglomeration of technology we have at our disposal allows us to read the salivation levels indicating hunger of our patrons as well as the alignment of tastebuds to indicate optimal euphoria to the palette. Your meal was created when you arrived." A plate dings out of the bottom of the bar steaming beside a frothing beer placed by the troll tender.
Sitting beside him was a young man in his late twenties maybe early thirties watching a nether dimensional game of some kind where the players on the field were also the goalies, nets hanging behind their backs on a belt system while three different balls are hurled at each other to land on an unsuspecting players net. "Crazy"