American men loved drinking. All hotels featured bars, and usually, they would set up a small bar counter in the lobby as well. Tourists could have a drink there.
Of course, a small hotel like that would only have low-quality beer. The bar counter was meant to provide a more lively atmosphere. If one wanted to have a good drink, they would be better off going to a real bar.
Princeps raised his glass and the yellowish-gold beer spilled a little. He sipped tastefully and said slowly, "Buddies, drink up! Welcome to Tucson."
The treasure hunters were all chatting with one another. They had broken into small circles, engaged in their own conversations. Nobody cared about him.
In the past, when the Tucson gang was at its peak, Princeps was considered a top figure. Now, he was nobody in the Tucson treasure-hunting circle and nobody feared him anymore.
