Two people sat at the counter of a nearly desolate bar. They slowly sipped on their drinks from dented metal tankards that were long past their prime. Though the rest of the bar was of fine construction, it seemed these reserve dishes were kept for the very specific crowd that frequented the building in the small hours before twilight.
Neither human spoke to the other and despite the open availability of every seat in the place, they were seated right next to one another. The bartender sighed and picked up a few gold coins laying casually on the bar. He quickly replaced their ales and then picked up a sack of gold between them before heading upstairs.
With both humans alone, they dropped the hoods covering their faces. One of them was a comely woman that you would easily identify out in the sticks where they were drinking, but in a place like Arcadios's capital, she would just be another woman in the crowd.
