Virgil held the door open for a second longer as Shoda stepped in. She was swathed head to toe in a charcoal grey robe to protect her from the prying eyes in Carolin City. This bar, howerver, was at the end of a long and dark alley and the barkeep and patrons didn't give a shake if she was human, Jothani, or other. As the pair stepped in and allowed the door to close behind them they were enveloped in the familiar and oddly comforting coccoon of bar smells. Beer, sweat, and a hint of stale urine warred for dominance but they paid it no heed, instead taking a table in an out of the way corner, lit fitfully by smoking tallow dips.
(( Setup for a bar scene, I think we're still in Carolin City ))
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