"How is it? Is it enough value to purchase this bar's best delicacies?" Orion asked.
The bartender's lips curved with mirth. "Alright. Our best delicacies are barlit fried beef, fresh-minted pukilis leaves, fermented relogry fruit wine, freshly skimmed breastmilk, and almond lire fruit wine. Would you like all of them, or do you prefer one?" She eyed the mysterious cloaked figure, fascinated. In all her years as a bar owner, she had never encountered a fruit like the one he had presented.
Having dealt with numerous cloaked figures who concealed more than they revealed, she had become adept at handling such situations and extracting the information she desired.
Although she suspected he might be from the Upper Ward or even higher, she couldn't dismiss the possibility that this mysterious individual was connected to the recent disappearances within the residential areas.
