GO THE BAR
The bar is filled with cigarette smoke, smooth jazz, and a few patrons downing flagons of mead and mini-flagons of cocktails.
Octavia moves through the close atmosphere as if she owns it and you notice heads turning.
"I know the barman, Angus, he might be able to tell us something," she says.
You shrug. "It might be more useful to eavesdrop for a bit."
Octavia moves through the close atmosphere as if she owns it and you notice heads turning.
"I know the barman, Angus, he might be able to tell us something," she says.
You shrug. "It might be more useful to eavesdrop for a bit."