The Styx Oarsman is not traditionally welcoming to humans. But Jarkman recognizes this Leaguer by now, and he only makes one crack about how she owes him a new pack of cigars before letting her pass.
The faint candlelight isn't much help to someone of her pedigree, but no one comes to this tavern to admire the view.
The barman greets her with the usual grunt, and everyone returns to their conversations. Humans may be uncommon around here, but business is business.
Indeed. And her business is disrupting business. This bar is often a good place to find help with that. Not that she has anything specific in mind right now, but it helps to keep her rep up.
A new face enters, and takes a seat further down the bar. Doesn't seem terribly enthused about the fact that life is something she has to deal with.
Similarly unenthused is the bar's owner, sitting at an empty table.
Upon seeing Sefi, he stands and approaches her. His face hasn't changed, but his posture has shifted.
"Sefi," he says almost warmly.
"I hope you have something interesting in store."
"You know me. When do I not?" More quietly: "Who's the new tiefling? Don't think I've seen her around before."
So he complains around some of the other patrons about their surplus of Styx Snacks and that he's nearly willing to pay for someone to take it off his hands.
The other patrons shuffle and scurry over to enjoy their complimentary treats (brought to you by a couple of Pelor-addled bashers who couldn't let go of their self-righteous bluster- heavyset and fairly young, too).
"Well spotted. I am, however, very interesting and friendly, so they let me stick around."
"Now that's a question worth all the jinx. Let's say... I want to make sure everyone else's life is as interesting as my own."
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