The sun had set hours ago and the streets were lit only by lamplight and the glow of the city's many gaslights. The dim interior of the bar was warm and inviting, the scent of tobacco and spirits filling the air.

You walked into the pub, all eyes on you. It was rather uncommon for a noble like you to enter in a place such as this. The bartender lifted his head up and smiled serenely. Oh.

"Good evening, darling," He hummed and placed the polished glass on the counter. "What can I get for you?"