A Clean Glass

[Demetri Malius]

The bartender was already waiting, mustache on upper lip, well groomed and presenting a platter with a glass of wine on it, as well as two scandalously dressed women behind him.

"You may bring them up to a room, but they stay inside the bar. "

With a graceful bow he held the platter towards Sombra.

"A pleasure doing business with you, Sir. All hopes that the journey back fares well."