Lanister's eyes widened slightly as a 15 year old girl just walked into his bar, a bar full of drunken men (jolly or not) as if she had a right to be there, looking over the whole setting with an eye that might make the strongest of beings crawl in a hole and die. As if on instinct, he anticipated the girl would go on some tangent about how alcohol was the bane of all existence, that men are becoming like apes or something, that she was going to get the guard to tear down this place unless they made it "respectable..." The poor tainted had gotten only 5 certain women doing this and only at his bar, sometimes separately, sometimes together, sometimes 3 or 4 time A DAY. It's been going on for at least 2 weeks now so it was reasonable that the poor tainted anticipated the same thing to happen all over again, but this time with a newer, younger face. Poor girl... Much to his relief however, she didn't start her "gods damn this place" speech and instead did the opposite, dropping a swollen bag of gold on his bar, asking for the strongest bottle of liquor he had, two glasses, one bottle, talking as if he had trouble picking out the difference between the words bottle and glass. Still, the tainted blood had a thick skin and his worry remained true for the girl... the only thing worse than a girl in a room full of drunken men was a drunken girl in a room full of drunken men.... and his most potent stuff would blow her head to dust with the amount of liquor packed inside... He remembered taking one shot of this stuff, just for the taste... he was barely able to put together a cohesive thought for hours afterwords... Still... he was bound by his job... he couldn't just neglect her order... Lanister began to count the money inside, hoping to whatever god of commerce there was that she came up short... and... by one piece, she did... Lanister sighed in relief as if this had saved the cocky, insolent girl's life, allowing to Lanister to choose his second strongest liquor which was about only half as potent to offer her instead. Lanister began poking around the shelves for the bottle, feeling only a little less guilty...
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Aeizith only stared quietly, coldly, his arms crossed as Kaida began cracking jokes, shutting out everyone else in the room but him and his sister. He had nothing to say to her if she wasn't going to get to her point immediately. He'd just sit there and wait for her to burn herself out... he didn't have the time or the patience to be vulnerable with her anymore... She kinda reinforced that when she left the home he had built with her. Again, he didn't say a word nor did his face even twitch when she mentioned his Silver and daughter, not even nodding his head to respond to her thanks. He just stared and waited... He didn't want, nor did he care for her pleasantries. If she had some news, she'd better start talking or Aeizith would be gone. Seeming to get that fact, Kaida began making her way towards the table, commenting how she had gotten some terrible news, some news that only he and her would be able to know. Sitting down across from him, the younger dragoness had a dead-serious expression on her face, perhaps even a bit... fearful? Aeizith didn't react. Silent, cold, dangerous.... Kaida had been informed that Emilia was trying to come back.
"I know." Aeizith said, his voice flat and hard. "She came to my house. She's looking for you, sister." Before the little ice dragon could get any further, Lanister walked up to their table, placing a strange-shaped bottle in the center of the table as well as two square-shaped glasses.
"Two glasses... a bottle.... It's potent." Lanister sounded off to his customer before disappearing behind his counter once again to take this LARGE sum to a safer location. Aeizith didn't acknowledge him or touch the bottle.