[Breakaway~totheweird]

Another big spender. "We got ya standard ale, apple ale, and plum ale. Tha's a new one. Shipped in from 'Unaybis, too."

While Gen-mu sat on those three choices, the large bartender lugged himself to a well-lit doorway before slamming meaty digits against its frame. "Ya heard the man. Get 'im some of that braised pig, stack it up high." He trudged over to where he stood recently and went back to what barkeeps do best: tediously shine glass mugs. One would be wiped down to a science. It was raised towards a lantern for further appraisal. Nothing but clean air could be spotted. That's some damn-good glassware tiding. "So, whassah Anubite doin' here? Makin' trades?" Not a second later and the leporidae clarified himself. "Ya got the looks of an Anubite. Might be wrong, but I've seen enough of 'em to know."

On the front of plausible female companions: there were none. Almost every seat next to intoxicated customers was taken by skimpily-clothed workers. They laughed and flirted, a select few making it painfully obvious what their mission was.