Adder walked to the front of the tavern.
The fat bartender looked at his clothes and said out loud, "It's rare for someone like you to come here, lad."
Adder took the empty seat and smiled. "Give me your regular."
The bartender slid a large beer mug toward him. "20 copper, lad."
Adder flicked a silver coin across the counter without breaking eye contact. The coin spun once before the bartender caught it midair.
"Keep the change."
Adder lifted the cup to his mouth, though he didn't drink immediately.
The bartender stared wide-eyed at the silver coin in his palm. Even a few half-awake drunks nearby turned to look at him.
"Bold for a lad in rags," the bartender muttered while wiping the counter with a dirty cloth.
Adder finally took a small sip.
Bitter.
He instantly spat it back into the cup, barely stopping himself from coughing.
Ding!
[Low dose of Poison detected.]
A stinging pain spread across his tongue as his passive skill activated.
