Look at you. [ Vanadi gestures vaguely toward him, at nothing in particular. That smile is quite charming, but Vanadi doesn't keep much kindness on hand.] It counts.
[ His drink arrives, and Vanadi shifts to dig into a pouch at his side for a few gold coins. The barkeep eyes them skeptically, looking ready to complain -- until he bites into one and determines it is, in fact, gold. Complaints die unspoken, and he quickly tucks what's clearly a significant overpayment away before Vanadi can change his mind. ]
My turn. [ He leans in a little, smiling over the rim of his glass. ] Truth or drink?
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[ His drink arrives, and Vanadi shifts to dig into a pouch at his side for a few gold coins. The barkeep eyes them skeptically, looking ready to complain -- until he bites into one and determines it is, in fact, gold. Complaints die unspoken, and he quickly tucks what's clearly a significant overpayment away before Vanadi can change his mind. ]
My turn. [ He leans in a little, smiling over the rim of his glass. ] Truth or drink?