>>5770876You make your way to the bar counter, your stride determined. You take a seat, hood still concealing your face, and lean forward, locking eyes with the bartender. Without uttering a single word, you convey your desire for a drink through a series of terse grunts, your gaze fixed firmly on the DALMORE 62 SINGLE HIGHLAND MALT SCOTCH and the liquid within it. A expensive rarity way back when.
The bartender, well-acquainted with the peculiarities of the outpost's clientele, raises an eyebrow but doesn't question your unspoken request. With a word of understanding, he reaches for the bottle, pouring a shot of that silky smooth scotch. The glass clinks softly as it's placed before you, and you take it in hand.
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