Barrier Gate Inn // All Welcome

[Gen]

A couple of old timers were chatting up the old innkeep, their voices were mere shadows of their former selves - much like their bodies which were tiny and slightly crooked. They were showing him a trashy piece of parchment. The one with a red bandanna spoke weakly, though quite excitedly, "This is the real deal, Bub! /I know/ this is the fabled treasure of the great Cap'n Redbeard!" With his gnarled, old finger, he was pointing an unnecessarily large X mark on the paper.

That was when the newcomer stepped into the place with hot air following close behind him. He asked for his drink and forgot to pick it up before slipping behind one of the dusty tables, decorating the surface with everything he could find in his pockets.

The old timer was continuing, giving the young gun a disapproving look, "Back in our times, that is, before 770 - and those were very good times, mind you...".

The innkeep nodded boredly while the veteran treasure hunters eagerly agreed with each other, and put away the bottle he had rubbed a while to pick up the closest and cheapest bottle of beer he could reach from where he was. Out of habit, he briefly scanned the scene for any unwelcome stares, and since it looked safe enough, he took out a capsule of cardamine from under the counter and pulled out the bottle's cork. He filled the bottle with the powder in the capsule, put the cork back in, rapidly shook it up and down and finally slammed it on the bar along a well polished glass. The last part put a satisfied smirk on his lips.

The sound alerted a girl who was dusting a table close by, bending over the surface and showing off her ample curves, dreaming of a knight in shiny armor who would whisk her away one day. She lazily walked over and put the newcomer's drink and glass neatly by the other equipment on the table.

"'Ey darlin'. It will be 20 creds. Payment in advance..." she rubbed her fingers on her slightly discolored apron which wrapped her thin waist. "Need anythin' else?"