Continue On, My Children!

: "A Demacian, a Noxian, and a Frelijordian walk into a tavern. The barkeep asks 'What'll it be?' The Demacian says 'I'll have a wine-' no wait- 'an ale.' The Noxian says 'I'll have an ale.' Yeah, he wants an ale. And the Frelijordian says- hold on, let me start over."

: They get drinks. Because that's what you do at a bar!

: There is no counter.

Jinx says, "Lookin' sharp, Talon," giggling profusely afterward.

Walking into a bar really hurts. Why can't they see where they're going?