Benjamin strolled into the Shipp Inn with the evening paper clasped behind his back, breasts of the ever-present greatcoat. He stopped and sniffed the air.
Cardamine. And full-blooded Cardamine, the pure essence found in Malta's air, not the cheap concentrate they fed the Hackers and Rogues.
He dropped his smile a bit and took a stool several seats down to see what the Outcast Sophie was serving was waiting for.
"Maltese Ale, Cardamine still in it?" Sophie leaned on the bar, adjusting her vest.
"As always, my dear, thank you," he gave her a wide, grizzled smile as he flipped open his paper.
His smile disappeared when next he looked up.
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