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KrystalKleoOnce the group he had latched himself onto entered, Vis followed, closing the wooden door behind him. Once the merry group had entered, Vis veered to the left and towards the bar counter where the bartender stood and dried out rinsed tankards. "Ith there a chanth I can thake a thankard outh?" asked Vis, watching the man behind the counter dry out the mug.
"Sorry mate, nothing leaves the tavern that's not yours." Vis sighed, he didn't like to drink or eat in public, he had to take off the scarf and let people see his gnarled up scar and exposed teeth, he didn't want that. He was about to walk away and find a seat but behind the barman was a sheld of unopened bottles of drink, waiting to be bought. One of the bottles caught his eye, it was a plain green bottle, slimmer and taller then most, with an all too familiar label; it was a bottle of ForestElf, Wildberries and Alderflowers and it was new, Vis didn't like aged.
"How muth for tha ForethtElf?" Vis asked, he watched as the man reached up to get a bottle that sat next to the one that caught his eye, it was a lighter color and the wax around the cork was damaged, showing it had been watered down and re-sealed, "Tha fresh one pleath." said Vis patiently, as the man grumbled and brought down the unopened one.
"40 gold," said the barkeeper, clearly disgruntled by his failed attempt at selling him watered down booze, "Special discount for you my lispy friend."
"fiftheen gold and I'm noth your friend you con artitht." He glared at the man and rested his hand on his rapier, as the man dropped his hand under the counter, probably gripping a weapon.
"40, you half-elf mongrel."
"Fiftheen, you gold pinthing donkey."
"Sorry mate, nothing leaves the tavern that's not yours." Vis sighed, he didn't like to drink or eat in public, he had to take off the scarf and let people see his gnarled up scar and exposed teeth, he didn't want that. He was about to walk away and find a seat but behind the barman was a sheld of unopened bottles of drink, waiting to be bought. One of the bottles caught his eye, it was a plain green bottle, slimmer and taller then most, with an all too familiar label; it was a bottle of ForestElf, Wildberries and Alderflowers and it was new, Vis didn't like aged.
"How muth for tha ForethtElf?" Vis asked, he watched as the man reached up to get a bottle that sat next to the one that caught his eye, it was a lighter color and the wax around the cork was damaged, showing it had been watered down and re-sealed, "Tha fresh one pleath." said Vis patiently, as the man grumbled and brought down the unopened one.
"40 gold," said the barkeeper, clearly disgruntled by his failed attempt at selling him watered down booze, "Special discount for you my lispy friend."
"fiftheen gold and I'm noth your friend you con artitht." He glared at the man and rested his hand on his rapier, as the man dropped his hand under the counter, probably gripping a weapon.
"40, you half-elf mongrel."
"Fiftheen, you gold pinthing donkey."