Sakura's Pub
"A crushing defeat, soldiers are dead, gentlemen drunk on the field, only a few returned from the battlefield."
The moment he entered the pub, Lin Jie heard Zhang Qiong the minstrel reciting a poem. Lin Jie's eyes widened as he said, "Oh god, that poem is so full of crap."
Zhang Qiong smiled and said, "Does this sir like it?"
"Of course!" Lin Jie smiled and placed a gold coin into Zhang Qiong's hand. He then turned to the bar and said sternly, "30 cups of Tears of the Sea Dragon!"
"Woah, we have a rich player here today."
"Tears of the Sea Dragon. They're 80 gold coins for a cup. Not everybody can afford it."
"Tsk, isn't it just a few drops of tears? Can't this hunk here squeeze out a few tears and sell it for a few dozen gold coins too?"
