"Whistles! Lad, isn't she beautiful?" a man commented, his eyes filled with greed as he admired the attractive saleswoman—a deliberate choice by the owner.
Nox strongly suspected the reason this place was filled was because of her.
"Her name is Emily," the man continued. "She's the owner's daughter… I've been trying my luck with her for months, but she won't even look at me."
"Here, drink more," Nox said, pouring more drink for the man from his own bottle.
"Oh, thank you, lad." The man was pleased and gobbled the glass. "Hmm, this drink costs about 10 silver coins. How'd you afford something like this?"
"I am an Awakened."
"Oh… that explains it… It's hard for mundanes like us to identify your kind, you see."
"I understand. Drink more, the bill is on me."
"Ah, since you're Awakened, I'll not decline your offer. You guys are pretty rich after all," the man said and drank heartily, slowly becoming more and more wasted.
