"You'd be right 'bout prices. Havin' to charge out me ass to cover costs." The barkeep chuckles and then slaps the counter before turning away. "Top tier comin' right up."

He turns back around and sets two tumblers on the counter, pops the cork out of a bottle, and pours dark liquid into the glasses. 

"Might as well leave the bottle, Vin." Sylvia says reaching for one of the glasses.

The barkeep nods and puts the cork back in the bottle and slides it between them. "If'n ya need me, just holler."

Sylvia picks up the glass and holds it out in preparation to cheers Zuiigri. "To Guildmistress Lyra, may her legacy live on through her work."

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