Same old seedy bar, same old seedy people. Dax climbed up in front of the bar, grunting at the bartender. She dropped several pieces of silver, motioning for a flagon of ale. Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, glancing around at the others who milled about. Curious. Very, very curious. A grin crossed her face. She had a good feeling. There was something in the air, something potent, something powerful.<br/><br/>"Can't hurt..."<br/><br/>She dug into her pocket, pulling out a rusted coin, flipping it and catching it.<br/><br/>"Gimme somethin' interestin'. Someone interestin'. Oh magic wishin' coin..."<br/><br/>It was an old habit, but she enjoyed doing it, none the less, as silly as it was. She giggled, stuffing it back into her pocket as she took her flagon, downing it as quickly as she could.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>