"Well, aren't<em>you</em>mysterious," the bartender said.  She seemed to have little to do beside talking to Verisira; everyone else at the bar proper was busy chatting with each other, and she didn't seem interested in interfering.<br/><br/>"So, what can you tell me?  Are you dressed for some particular occasion?  That's a little fancy for just a casual night, isn't it?  You got big plans, maybe?"  The more she looked over Verisira's outfit -- and she wasn't shy about that at all -- the more she doubted her guest's honesty in her claim toward having no interest in having someone to take care of her over the night.  She certainly wasn't dressed like someone who didn't want any of that sort of attention...<br/><br/>"I mean, if you don't wanna tell me where you're from, maybe you can tell me what brings you into the city."