The barmaid leans down and whispers in Amiko's ear.<br/><br/>Staring down Laewynn's cleavage, the young City Watchman puts a handful of coppers on the table.<strong>"Is...is that enough to see them?"</strong>asks the shy young man, probably still in his teens. As far as anyone can tell, this may well be his first day on the job, especially since it appears that his face hasn't taken any of the blows that bend the noses and season the faces of the older men sitting around him. They cheer him on, patting him on the shoulder and offering words of encouragement.<br/><br/><strong>"Stew's good tonight,"</strong>the bartender says to Ilyana.<strong>"Fresh rothé, carrots, potatoes, and onions. Seasoned with salt and pepper. Simple and satisfying. That and an ale will run you four copper pieces."</strong>He wipes off a few washed mugs with a towel fitted through his belt and places them under the bar, collecting a few plates from the bar and putting them on a tray and putting the mugs in the sink behind the bar.<br/><br/>A wealthy-looking man in the corner scans the crowd for a moment and begins writing with a quill and ink on a piece of parchment.