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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.
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Edith was used to the tap water, honestly. Bottled stuff kind of tasted like chemicals to her, but apparently it was better. She pulled a botte from the fridge behind the ba and set it down in-front of him, throwing a warm smile to the soldier who came up to return their empty glass to the bar. They had to be from Wheats, Iron soldiers were never so considerate. “Well enough that they haven’t sent me home early.” Edith shrugged, sliding the bar tablet towards him, “two bits.” Her eyes were drawn to the chaos and she frowned, but she quickly returned her gaze to Dawnlight, eyes narrowed. “There are people in Dust who wonder the same thing about you.” Ed told him, stepping around from behind the bar to whistle sharply at the arguing soldiers. “Neutral ground.” She reminded them, voice stern. “My manager will get pissed at me if there are fights, save it for outside.” Saying that made her feel a little ill. But the two soldiers seperated and Ed went right back into bubbly bartender mode, collecting up their empty glasses and giggling at their jokes as she returned to the bar. “Do you need anything else?”
