One by one, the full glasses of golden liquid disappeared behind the veil of dark-grey tentacles on the Malcir’s face and came back empty after a prolonged tilt of the head to quaff it all down in one go. After each drink, the man paid more and more attention to his surroundings, and so did the drone that hovered closer to each person in the bar at a time, although remained out of reach of anyone.<br/><br/>It scouted the people by the counter—the human behind it and the golden-skinned Aurumilia sitting at it—carefully observed the snake-bottomed woman who slithered inside, noted the arrival of the half-breed human in very little clothing, and then of the only other actual human besides the bartender, a man who then entered a quiet conversation with him. At that point the drone returned to its owner, as it probably wasn’t wise to eavesdrop anyone here of all places, or even appear to do so.<br/><br/>A faint glow by each of the Malcir’s deep, small eyes disappeared, which a keen observer could assume as an optical display of some kind being turned off, although any device he might have on him was too small to be seen from afar, and possibly even from close up. One glass remained full on his tray, but he was now too intrigued by the newcomers to empty it any time soon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>