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The sun had set over forty minutes ago, and Cianan had waited until the happy hour clientele had cleared out before slipping into the new bar. He'd overheard someone chatting about a place that was branding itself as a British pub. He'd be the judge of that he thought. As he sat at the bar he gazed around. Based on the aesthetic it wasn't far off the mark. The wood paneling was a nice touch. Cianan had left his prejudice for anything Brit long ago. Hell, he stole the identity of a British officer and fought in WWII against the Third Reich. Goodness knows he'd spent enough time drinking his way through many a war.
Perched on the stool the bartender had returned with his order. He poured the necromancer a drink before leaving the bottle of Jamison. While it may be a British bar he'd be willing to bet that Irish whiskey was the only thing worth drinking in it. Well, most prejudices are gone. Cianan had just downed his first when he noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye. A young blonde woman had taken a seat close to him. Filling his glass he took down another before he decided to pace himself as not wanting to draw unnecessary attention. Instead, he sat and observed the other patrons for a while; his eyes eventually falling on the young woman next to him. It was then her necklace caught his attention. Interesting, he thought. Despite him not being able to sense any magic from her she wore a charmed necklace.
The backdrop of the bar was loud so Cianan leaned in a bit when he asked, "Excuse me miss, the necklace you're wearing. It's quite lovely. Where did you get it?" Not one usually for small talk he was a bit too interested to not inquire.