The bartender looks up and shakes her head.
"If you're already having trouble speaking, our strongest is probably a bit much for you. Here, have a beer list, I'll be back with you in a minute."
She slides him a folded papyrus, old and worn but still readable, written in several different common trade languages, listing all of the various beers and other light alcoholic beverages the house serves.
A glance at it reveals that the place serves just about everything imaginable, from Egnibair fire ale, genuine Aunoth Spirits, Yotungan Kefir, Eismun Stout, to things you've never even heard of...
Before he can look up, she's off across the bar refilling other's glasses.
The bar itself is dark, and business is slow right now, mostly consisting of old regulars, and dark mysterious strangers sitting in corners, muttering and smoking foul weeds. The scents of alcohol, sweat, and smoke permeate the place, a familiar miasma of decay. One hooded man in the corner seems to be staring straight at the newcomer at the bar.
After a moment the bartender returned, smiled and spoke.
"If you can pronounce the name clearly, you can have whatever ya like. So, what'll it be?"