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Zyrid smiled kindly to the young woman, lifting an eyebrow along with a smirk as he contemplated the beverage he wanted, as some would not be possible in this plane, and others may kill him in human form. There was always the Drunken Drunk Drinker, but Zyrid was always fonder of the Yellow Eyes when he wanted the, what humans call, '[i]shit face[/i]' effect. Perhaps this tavern could assist with his requirements. Or maybe he was being too demanding.

Either way, Zyrid was looking for pleasure not loss of memory and motor functions, so he placed a crystal coin upon the bar top. The coin had materialized in his palm as his eyes flared blue, a magic trick to most, though in truth a genuine way of payment - somewhere in Zyrid's library, a small leather notebook burst into purple flames, though he had already read it, he would morn its loss later. Pushing the coin forward to the girl, he asked in a querying tone.

[color=662d91][b]"Do you happen to store galactic nuisances in this establishment? A sun child will do otherwise."[/b][/color]