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In truth Lucian did not know where to start when it came to the investigation. Sure the group of workers might have been a good bet but he was second guessing himself now. His ire turned towards the man who was in the corner, minding his own business while sipping from a tanker that a tavern maid had placed in front of him.
Both of these might be equally as good as the workers. One of them was a worker who had probably seen much more than any of the other people within this tavern while the old man knew this place like it was the back of his hand. If either of them had noticed something was off then maybe they would be good choices.
Good ideas, but Lucian could not decide. Too many decisions and he did not want to risk failing at any of these. So when he saw the bartender give his friend another drink a small spark of realization came upon him.
With a movement too swift for a normal peasant to perform, Lucian got himself a seat at the bear, “Do you have any wines in stock?”
He froze for a moment, the obviousness of his fear shown in his eyes. The man was far from fit for the role as a caretaker. He had a rough beard that was as patchy as his apparent health on display. His eyes were drawn into his face just a tad too much like he was experiencing the late term of rigor mortis upon his body. That said though, Lucian knew the man lived for his breat raised and lowered itself just as any normal man would.
Sure, he could just be a vampire, but Lucian remembered back to Von Carstein. That devil would not have accepted becoming a bartender even if it was to keep their cover. Indeed Lucian would more readily believe that she killed the servant that suggested such an idea to her.
With those thoughts assuring his mind Lucian spoke his order, “Do you have any wine?”
“Uh, my apologies, mi lord!” He stammered out as quickly as fear would allow it, “I… don’t have enough money for wine. I only have mead.”
“Then a glass of mead works for me.” Lucian said as all the fear written in the face of the bartender nearly vanished. All it took was showing a little humility, Lucian noted, but he spoke the truth. He just preferred wine since it reminded him of home.
