[She says it dryly as they get judged, casually, to come in, and apparently they fit the bill. She finds a spot, a little isolated, a booth in a dark room, orders, and after he does the same, she leans back into the bench.]
[ He’s having a hard time deciphering what that theme is supposed to be, exactly. It’s upscale, sure, very classy. Not the kind of place that would let riffraff like him in, if he hadn’t updated his wardrobe to blend in a little easier. ]
God, no. There’s a tavern for drinking and arguing, and a brothel for drinking and fucking. No wealth of demand for anything else.
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[She reaches for his arm, like he's going to escort her, like she's a lady instead of who she really is.
The walk over there isn't actually all that long.]
I think this is a relatively old institution, here.
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They must be onto something, then?
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[She says it dryly as they get judged, casually, to come in, and apparently they fit the bill. She finds a spot, a little isolated, a booth in a dark room, orders, and after he does the same, she leans back into the bench.]
I'm guessing there's nothing like this in Nassau.
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God, no. There’s a tavern for drinking and arguing, and a brothel for drinking and fucking. No wealth of demand for anything else.
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[She nods a little to the bar.]
It's owned by mages. You can practically smell the magic coming off the bar. If you wait long enough, someone will make a show of it, sooner or later.
[She nods a bit.]
There's a secret room. Back there.
[She points with the tip of her nose.]
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[ What does magic smell like, exactly? ]
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Can't say more than that.
[Which is pretty true, considering. She lifts her nose a little, and watches as their drinks are served.]
I want you to imagine Charles in here.
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[ Jack thanks the server, and has himself a sip. Drinks are good, at least. ]
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[She opens her hand.]
Planning on offering them danger?