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"How much sake can this get me?" You asked in a low voice, slamming down a fistful of berries on the bar.
The entire place went silent at the sight of your wings, the white feathers making you look almost angel-like.
You furled them as the bartender cocked an eyebrow, taking the money, quickly counting it.
"Eh, a cup or two," he stated, a clear smirk on his face as he chuckled under his breath.
You sighed, furrowing your brow.
You unsheathed your mace and placed it on the bar, the dried blood from your last encounter speaking your message clearly.
The man was trembling as his hands went straight in the air, his annoyingly loud whimpering calling the attention of the entire bar.
"I'll ask you again. How much sake can this get me?" You asked darkly, your voice low as your eyes cut him where he stood.
"A bottle, alright! It'll get you a bottle! I'm sorry I tried to scam you! Please don't hurt me!" The man grovelled, tears streaming down his cheeks.
You scoffed, taking the weapon off the counter and sheathing it.
"Just get me the damn drink so I can get out of here," you rolled your eyes.
He frantically nodded his head before turning around and searching the wall full of booze.
"While you're at it...I got a question for you," you started, taking a seat.
The man visibly shivered at your tone.
"I heard this used to be a town where a lot of pirates used to stop. That true?"
"Y-Yeah. It's true. But that was before Captain Morgan made base here. Now, no pirate is daring enough to come anywhere near this village," the bartender nodded, his back to you as he searched the wall for some good sake.
You sighed, "Shame. I've been looking for a certain pirate. Was hoping you could point me in the right direction."
"If you don't mind, might I suggest you ask Roronoa Zoro," the man replied with a smile as he found the bottle, grabbing it and turning around.
'Roronoa Zoro?'
"The pirate hunter?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"He's bound to have heard of the pirate you're looking for. They're keeping him in the marines' prison yard. Usually I wouldn't suggest my clients go breaking into marine property, but you seem strong," the man answered, sliding the bottles.
You grinned, grabbing it and biting off the cork, taking a swig, "Thanks, old man."
"No problem. Sorry for trying to pull a fast one on you," he sheepishly chuckled, waving goodbye.
