There existed a tavern where you paid for your drinks not with money, but with violence. Want a beer? Pick a fight with the dude behind you. Fancy some whisky? Punch yourself in the face a few times and it's on the house. Run by the mighty barbarian Gonad Yaksplitter, this potent establishment carries every strong beverage known to man and some known to monkeys.

Gonad flexed his naked biceps from behind the counter, grinning merrily at the patrons as they filed in. Towering shelves stocked with sparkling drinks beamed out from behind him. There would have been a huge sign out front advertising the place's unique acceptance of payment, so everyone inside presumably knew about what they were getting into.

"Hrah! Come, drink much! But not money does Gonad want. Show might and vigor of soul instead! Special today there be on yak mead! Gruh!"