"This is our Iron & Blood," Delilah purred, her voice a low murmur that still managed to cut through the din from the floors below. "It's a blend of the continent's strongest spirits. Complex, rich... and it burns all the way down."
She was leaning against the bar, one hand propping up her beautiful chin while the other tapped a rhythmic beat against a clear goblet. Her eyes kept drifting to the third floor's sole occupant.
"Every ranger who passes through orders a glass. It's never gotten a bad review. Care to be the first?"
A flicker of curiosity danced in Delilah's eyes. She was genuinely interested in him. The Silent Goblet wasn't the biggest establishment, but thanks to the endless stream of merchants and mercenaries, its reputation had spread across the entire continent. Nearly every outsider who came to Stoneheart City for the first time made a point to stop in for a drink. And from time to time, a new patron would find their way up to the third floor.
