The three returned to the bustling hall, where, after shelling out ninety Gold Coins, they finally tasted the fine wine from Shendiravir—a premium product. Thirty Gold Coins a glass would be an inconceivable price in the Prime Material Plane, but it wasn't much in the Abyss. It was the labor-intensive products that were exceptionally precious here.
They sat there for quite a while, hearing many interesting rumors. For instance, the mercenaries seemed to think that the Demons had a better chance of winning in the upcoming war, but they were not excited about it. It wasn't that these ruffians had any sympathy for the forces of good (they did not); rather, they were worried that once the Demons scored a decisive victory, there would be no use for them as mercenaries anymore.
