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As he prepared to make his way to the exit, Naki stopped in his tracks when a female patron addressed him. He stayed silent as he sized the female up with a swift sweeping glance, the way she carried herself was piquing his curiosity; he had the mild and nagging impression that she liked to impress the lowly males that crossed her path.

He then eyed the pouch, peeked at its content then weighed it in his hand, then placed the pouch on the counter again. "One shot of Death's Head. Two bottles of your wine of choice. Three bottles of ale. Those are your choices. Pick one".

Naki's expression was unreadable, he did not blink. In truth, seductive females did nothing but put him on edge. This Drow woman did a good job at hiding it too. She flirted so casually it couldn't even be called a flirt. But Naki wasn't stupid. He knew this female, like all specimens of her race, gender and age group, are used to being wooed and getting what they want.

He went down behind the counter and seconds later he emerged with two bottles. One held a liquid of a purple color like the juice of grapes from the surface, and the content of the other was brown like mashed wheat.

"Pagar-Sa-Tarna", he intoned with neutral voice tapping the top of the purplish wine. "Sul-Paga", he added tapping with a gloved finger the flank of the bottle holding the brown-colored liquid. Then he rested his hand on the pouch of money, a subtle hint of collecting payment for the bottles.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, m'lady?". She looked like a middle class Drow, but he figured she'd like the title that he addressed her with.

Naki stood there as the female Drow departed, still carrying herself with that subtle flaunting hint. A first daughter of a middle level house, used to doing nothing but burning her parents´money.

He shrugged and pocketed the money that had paid for the bottles. Hopefully this time he would make it out of the bar without being snagged. He had nothing against serving drinks, actually it was turning out to be more entertaining that he had expected. But he had to muster a lot of resources and slave labor in order to kick-start his business project. Once everything arrived, he'd be able to supervise the works and keep an eye on the bar at the same time.

Beckoned over by the Drow, a smaller slave approached with quivering steps, and awaited the patron's orders. The rest of his partners continued making sure the place remained tidy. They had no idea they would be replaced soon.

The blue-skinned female had already taken her post behind the counter when the dodgy-looking Drow approached. Hearing the order, she stooped down and emerged with a bottle of the required beverage and a kantharos. Pouring the drink into the goblet, she slid it slowly towards the customer before once again diving down to put away the bottle.

"No. He just went out an instant before you came in". The female glanced swiftly at the guards from House Auvrea'mitore, as if to assure herself she would have help if the shady customer attempted something. Then, with a subtly visible effort, she got a grip on herself and carried on with a bit more confidence.

"Maybe I can help you. If you really want to talk to him, you can wait for him to come back, he shouldn't be long. Or catch up to him if you are quick enough... or go to the door and call him, he might hear you yet. His name is Naki".

The bartender held the costumer's eyes resolutely, but still a bit nervously. "I am afraid I cannot answer that question. Naki takes care of everything". She tossed another swift glance at the guards, she was starting to dislike the Drow's demeanor, feeling distrustful.

"He is the only one you can negotiate with", she added trying to cover all the bases.