Lower Tavick’s Landing/High Walls/Cog Carnival
Far, 27 Rhaan, YK 998 (Early autumn)/1920
Weather: Temperature normal for the season (cool), no wind, light rain (outside the towers)
“The Greasy Duchess is pretty popular,” Smelt answered Ogham, gesturing to the back wall. Besides what looked like bottles of ordinary liquor were a few strange colored liquids, some that bubbled, that looked like alchemical reagents..
“Or the Flaming Lady, if you feel adventurous. Most just drink the cheap ale.” She nodded to a keg tapped at the end of the bar. Warforged didn’t need to eat or drink, and normal alcohol wasn’t going to get them drunk.
“Got the usual stuff for organics, too,” She nodded to the non-warforged.
“Some Lhazaar rum and Mror whiskey just came in, and got traded a couple pre-war bottles of Etrielle Red this week.”
Smelt finished a tray of glasses and pushed them to the side, leaning on the bar toward Ogham.
“I opened a bar because lots of other bars don’t like ‘forged,” she said.
“We deserve a safe place to relax and socialize, too.”
As Alara looked around, she didn’t notice any other organics in the bar. It was just warforged, many with obvious damage from the war. She did see a crate on a counter behind the bar with a familiar symbol on it, the seal of her noble house.
Smelt had to lean over the bar to see Rotom, but she nodded to the kobold and went over to the keg and pulled three glasses of the ale, setting them on the bar in front of the kobold and taking her coppers.
(3 copper each)
When Ogham asked about Coal, Smelt’s neutral warforged face got even more...neutral, if that was possible.
“Don’t know. Maybe,” the bartender replied.
OOC:
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Convince her with a DC 13 Persuasion check. Ogham can tell Smelt is being tight-lipped and cagey. These are beaten down warforged, and they don’t easily trust outsiders and protect their own. You also suspect a little financial incentive might grease the wheels.
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[spoilers=Characters]
Liutbrand
Korra
Alara
Rotom
Ogham
DePoe
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