The bartender wordlessly nodded to her as he picked up a tumbler, dropped a round ball of ice into it, and poured a translucent brown liquid into it. At a glance, it looked like whiskey-synthetic of course. It smelled terrible, and tasted worse- like synthetic alcohol. But, in this day and age- real whiskey was incredibly expensive, and not something one would find at a bar in the Chinese Quarter. It was definitely strong, and it cleansed the senses- at least for a moment before the muddying properties of alcohol followed it. 

The bartender was a tall man of middling age, his hair was cut short and very white, and somewhat shoddily groomed- the white tinted blue from the neon lights behind him, and he sported a short, but full beard of a much darker brown color. He wore a red buttonup shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black vest over it. His right arm was adorned with a silver watch, and his left arm was a rather obvious cybernetic, bands of mechanical muscle in stark black- a bit different than the chrome and gunmetal that was very much the rage lately. He took Hisano's credstick and fed it into a small credit chit- a simple device for customers to slot their credsticks into for payment, meant for businesses rather than individuals. 

The Credstick dinged, and the credit chit flashed "$7.00" in neon numerals for a second before disappearing behind the counter. The bartender gave the credit chit a dirty look, almost like he wished the price was higher, but he said nothing as he placed the chit under the counter, instead replacing it with a blue microfiber washcloth. Dunking the tumbler under the counter for a moment, he reproduced the now clear glass and began absentmindedly rubbing it with the washcloth. The bartender shot her a dark, but surprised look when she said the name "Talesin". The big man standing nearby guarding the stairs also seemed to hear. Out of the corner of her eyes, Hisano could see the already big man standing up even straighter, his casually crossed arms slowly dropping to his sides. 

The bartender pressed his elbows against the surface of the bar and leaned in. The bartender stared at her with an analyzing look- one eye was brown, the other a cybernetic without color. 

"Whose asking?" the bartender's gravelly growl responded. The tone wasn't aggressive, but it was filled with a dark suspicion that bore the implication that whoever Talesin was, theirs was a name that held gravity in this place.  

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