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Krin was mid-sip when the Commissar threw some coin on the bar counter and apologized for the scuffle.

All the old man did was stare at her blankly, bringing his drink from his lips onto the counter "[color=9e0b0f]Lady, I ain't no bartender. Keep your bloody coin.[/color]" Krin said in an exasperated voice, all he wanted to do was drink in peace damn it. Was that too much to ask?