As the monastic man entered the tavern, Dominic was already exchanging Arcata's duc for nine, shining, silver donnas, sliding them across the wood and snapping his fingers at the raven-haired serving girl and making a few gestures with his hands and fingers. She seemed to go wide-eyed at first, a deer caught in the path of a rampaging bull, before flashing a meek smile and rushing to the back.
She returned in an instant with a simple, tin goblet, filled with a dark, red wine that smelled faintly of cherry.
" Thank you for your patronage, donna mio," Dominic grumbled, already trying to turn his attention to the next customer as more filed in. So long as she had the drink, it seemed, he didn't care much more what she, or her new friend, did.
He better damn well pay for something too, the owner thought.
She returned in an instant with a simple, tin goblet, filled with a dark, red wine that smelled faintly of cherry.
" Thank you for your patronage, donna mio," Dominic grumbled, already trying to turn his attention to the next customer as more filed in. So long as she had the drink, it seemed, he didn't care much more what she, or her new friend, did.
He better damn well pay for something too, the owner thought.