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Edith did not like any of the patrons in the Three Horses Bar. You wouldn’t know that from the smile on her face and the flirty little giggle she gave out to anyone who made an attempt at charm. It was exhausting but they tipped better when she was bubbly, and talked more openly if they thought she was an airhead. Working that magic on Dawnlight, though, that would be a little trickier. See the soldiers, they were all idiots. Dawnlight knew what his tech was doing. And he couldn’t even be bothered to say please.
She swallowed the temptation to tell him to fuck off, and pulled a glass from the shelf under the bar. “Bottled or tap? Bottled will cost you, but the likelihood of tap having dirt in it is pretty high.” Ed drummed her fingers against the bartop, expression stoic.
Cian blinked, but wasn’t too surprised. Dusters rarely did that to him anymore. He just shrugged. “Bottled is fine,” he said. He rarely had bottled anyway, he figured he should drink what most soldiers were drinking without raising too many suspicions. Despite his years in the desert, being Ironborn was still painfully obvious for him. “Business going well?” he asked, for lack of better conversation topics. Loud noises rose up from behind him, and Cian turned for a bit to have a look at two soldiers having an argument. He turned back to the individual behind the bar, visibly annoyed. “I always wonder if they know... what they’re doing, how they’re acting.” how the people of the desert were suffering.
