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Cassondra's eyes widened as she surveyed the pile of money poured onto the counter top. She wasn't sure if she was more surprised by his polite demeanor or the fact he'd just produced enough coin to buy the tavern. Gingerly she took one of the coins and gauged it's weight speculatively. It's real alright, she thought as she turned it over in her hand again.
Nervously, she glanced down to the end of the bar where people had come to listen to two captains who had finished their business early and had come in for beer. The barkeeper was huddled next to the men, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, wiping a practically filthy cloth through a mug before pouring rum into it. The group of women at the nearest table still seemed to be engaged in a conversation about alchemy or such. Across from them a pirate filled a chair with his enormous girth; his every movement causing it to protest loudly. His pudgy hands were tattooed across his knuckles and he had pouting lips that dripped rum as he drank from his flagon. He roared with laughter as his companion, a small man with a pockmarked face, relaid an old tale of glory. The rest of the tavern was filled with the scum of the city and all were armed.
Sondra smiled sweetly as she placed the coin in a jar behind the counter, "Enough to buy quite a few drinks and more then one or two pretty girls to keep you company on top of that. I'd put the rest of that away though if you plan on walking out with it."
She took a dark amber colored bottle from off one of the higher shelves behind her and then proceeded to pour the drink into a clean glass. Sliding it across the counter to him she explained, "This goes down a bit easier then your usual swill. It tastes a lot like butterscotch, if you've ever had it. That should quench your thirst for drink, but if you don't mind me asking, which one of those ladies over there were you looking at?"
Nervously, she glanced down to the end of the bar where people had come to listen to two captains who had finished their business early and had come in for beer. The barkeeper was huddled next to the men, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, wiping a practically filthy cloth through a mug before pouring rum into it. The group of women at the nearest table still seemed to be engaged in a conversation about alchemy or such. Across from them a pirate filled a chair with his enormous girth; his every movement causing it to protest loudly. His pudgy hands were tattooed across his knuckles and he had pouting lips that dripped rum as he drank from his flagon. He roared with laughter as his companion, a small man with a pockmarked face, relaid an old tale of glory. The rest of the tavern was filled with the scum of the city and all were armed.
Sondra smiled sweetly as she placed the coin in a jar behind the counter, "Enough to buy quite a few drinks and more then one or two pretty girls to keep you company on top of that. I'd put the rest of that away though if you plan on walking out with it."
She took a dark amber colored bottle from off one of the higher shelves behind her and then proceeded to pour the drink into a clean glass. Sliding it across the counter to him she explained, "This goes down a bit easier then your usual swill. It tastes a lot like butterscotch, if you've ever had it. That should quench your thirst for drink, but if you don't mind me asking, which one of those ladies over there were you looking at?"
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