Leer? Queer. Have another beer, while I try and steer.

I shrug.

"I have 11 and one half gold. That's on offer. Everything else on the menu is... Not for sale."

"Even better if it is given rather than sold then!" Yunis bellowed with laughter.

The patrons look at him and then at me. I see that the men among them could imagine the pleasure to be had from me, but many of these same sots had also just finished quaffing copious amounts of booze I had bought them. It is a real conflict for a bar fly...

I sigh.

"It feels like I've been trying to achieve this for ages, so I am, paradoxically, prepared to be patient now. 11 and a half gold. Final offer."

And now... The tavern is silent.

1. Yunis accepts my golden offer.
2. Fight with no light

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