Eryel quickly changed his tune once the glass of ‘water’ was placed upon the bar. This was it? As if the outside wasn’t filthy enough, the one comfort he saw was but an illusion. “Thank you…” The elf muttered. At least the pie was eatable, he hoped. It didn’t seem too horrible, despite the meat. If it was anything like that water, however…the bartender would surely need to up the quality of his place. Despite the uncomfortable feeling running down his spine, Eryel dug into the pie but left the water alone for obvious reasons. He had paid money for it, but he knew how humans functioned. If it reached the counter, that meant the money had been spent and no refunds were possible. Greedy, filthy creatures but their greed made Eryel’s job so much easier. As long as he got his hands on something golden and shiny, some poor sod would buy it even if it was cursed. One thing Eryel prided himself in was the fact that he was an honest person, never selling anything without revealing its secrets first.
The treasure hunter couldn’t help but overhear the bartender speak with one of his comrades. A job? While he preferred to be paid in coin, a free night’s sleep would be a good path towards just that.