[ She smiles with her best confidence - this guy probably won't kill her! Probably. She nods, having a feeling he can definitely handle his claim, and busies herself with getting him a pint of the strongest brew. She puts it down in front of him. ]
[He nods his thanks and takes the beer, offering her a ghost of a smile, for what its worth. Someone once told him he has the face of a broken gargoyle, harsh features that can be inscrutable at the best of times and menacing at the worst, but there are a few who can actually read his expressions.]
[ She gives him a better, less professional, look and a smile. This job was more about friendliness than professionalism, right? For someone like her, even after all this time, with new faces, she had to remember that. She leans a little on the bar. ]
What's your name, stranger? You must be new, right?
I'm Meryl. I'm sure you've heard enough of this, but welcome to the village. If... we had a monetary system, I'd give you a drink on the house, but it doesn't make it very special to say that here, I guess.
Hey, free beer is free beer. I appreciate it anyway.
[He tips the mug toward her in a salute and takes a gulp, sighing in satisfaction when he comes up for air.]
I've had a lot of good brew in my life, but this... this is great.
[Okay, so if he was being honest, it's not the best he's had, but he's trying to be nice. This woman's making a great effort to go out of her way and be nice to him. It's only right to do the same.
He gestures to the liquor bottles stacked on shelves along the walls.]
[ She leans on the counter and smiles a bit as he takes a good chug of the stuff before speaking again. Her eyes turn towards the bottles for a moment and then she shrugs her shoulders. ]
Magic. Just like everything else, they just happen to show up in the stores and we stock up on it. It almost feels silly to have an establishment like this, with how things are, but I guess people like an illusion of normalcy.
Every town should have a bar and a church. And if you aren't gonna have a church, might as well have a bar.
[Though it does unsettle him a little that there's no church. Not that he'd go. Just that places without churches tend to be places where the worst things happen.]
Well, we have at least one priest, though. I don't know if that makes up for it, but it's something. [ She rests on her palm. Promoting Wolfwood as a priest seems off sometimes. ]
Y-You'll have to be a little more... specific.
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Nah, surprise me. Place like this has to have something interesting. Just give me the strongest beer you've got.
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Here you go! The strongest we have on tap.
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Thanks.
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What's your name, stranger? You must be new, right?
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[He tips the mug toward her in a salute and takes a gulp, sighing in satisfaction when he comes up for air.]
I've had a lot of good brew in my life, but this... this is great.
[Okay, so if he was being honest, it's not the best he's had, but he's trying to be nice. This woman's making a great effort to go out of her way and be nice to him. It's only right to do the same.
He gestures to the liquor bottles stacked on shelves along the walls.]
Where do you get this stuff? More magic?
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[ She leans on the counter and smiles a bit as he takes a good chug of the stuff before speaking again. Her eyes turn towards the bottles for a moment and then she shrugs her shoulders. ]
Magic. Just like everything else, they just happen to show up in the stores and we stock up on it. It almost feels silly to have an establishment like this, with how things are, but I guess people like an illusion of normalcy.
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[Though it does unsettle him a little that there's no church. Not that he'd go. Just that places without churches tend to be places where the worst things happen.]
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[Still disheartening, though. He takes another drink of the beer.]
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[He's heard about the war and the experiments, but he's yet to see any of it first hand.]
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[He drains the rest of his mug and gestures for another.]
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