>>Ariston
I smiled thinly. "Business."
He raised a brow, clearly not expecting that answer.
"I'm here to invest," I said smoothly, flicking a finger along the rim of my glass. "Word is this tavern provides a wide variety of services. That kind of reach—and discretion—comes with value."
The demon leaned back, studying me again, this time with something closer to interest than lust. "You're not wrong," he said. "The tavern's got a reputation. One of the better ones."
Then his gaze narrowed slightly, and his voice dropped.
"But lately… well, folks have been falling ill. Not just headaches or bad hangovers. Real sickness. Some think it's cursed. Maybe you should reconsider."
I tilted my head, feigning surprise, then slowly swirled the drink in my hand.
"I'll be the judge of that," I said coolly. "I intend to speak with the owner tonight. I like to look people in the eye before I spend my coin."
