The tender at this bar was a woman, maybe not a whole lot older than Verisira, a couple of years at most.  She had dark hair and a friendly face, with neat little dimples set into the corners of smiling lips.  The bar itself was much more subdued, as well; quieter and cleaner.  It was a less boisterous place.<br/><br/>Verisira certainly wasn't carded.  The bar itself wasn't very heavily populated; Versira shared it with a handful of others, most of them crowded into a single group and chatting casually with one another.  The tender poured Verisira's drink, commenting that "We're not really in the business of going down sweet," while she did.  She presented the drink in a tall glass, and struck up a bit of conversation.<br/><br/>"I've never seen you here before," she said.  "You new in town?  Or just a visitor?"