The bar is unusually empty. Just one girl, sitting on a barstool, reading one of a rather large stack of napkins.
Singing, almost under her breath: "This is the song, that goes under the credits. These are the credits, so this is that song. Should have something to do with the story so we'll say: hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey..."
"It's a song sung at the end of a movie, about how it is the song sung at the end of that movie."
"Extraplanar 'Lord Khersis and the Red Dragon', I am now imagining it as that."
"I do not know what that is but if it amuses you it's probably closer to the spirit of the thing than I could explain."
"What are your gods like in your magicless world? If you don't even have divine magic I guess they're more hands-off?"
"We don't actually have any proof that they exist. And I think most of the really popular religions are monotheistic."
"...Well, divine magic makes for really effective healers..."
"It's a role playing game. You make a character and pretend to be them and it takes place in a magic world and most of the healing is divine magic."
"Huh. There exists arcane healing but it's more expensive so it mostly only gets used if someone's allergic to divine magic or has religious objections to whoever's on duty usually Khersians or something."
"Makes sense. I'm curious how one gets to be allergic to a kind of magic, though."
"The only thing I know for sure that'll do it is having a demon ancestor."
"Aha. And the other thing--I didn't quite get if it was these Khersians objecting to people or people objecting to the Khersians."