[ Link is completely out of his element in a world like this. Dark, crowded, noisy, dirty; a person needs a certain expertise to survive in a place like this, of the sort you can only get with experience. Sort of like living int he wilderness, actually... But that's the side of the coin that Link is versed in, not this. It doesn't help that it reminds him of Kowloon, either — the place Bondrewd lured him to, leading to a sequence of events that changed his life forever.
The only reason he steps into "The Last Drop" is because a local recommended the place after he asked where he could get a drink. Now that he's here, he has the sneaking feeling that person was being funny sending him to a place like this.
But oh, whatever. The neon lights and bad air of the Undercity have exhausted him, and if he has to just spend the rest of his time in this world in this skeevy bar, then fine.
He's meandering towards the bar, avoiding the dirty looks of its other patrons, when he sees someone waving out of the corner of his eye. The bar is so dim that it's not until he's approached the stranger that he realizes it's not a stranger at all, and with a sense of relief washing over him, he gladly accepts the drink shoved into his hands. ]
Oh, Goddesses. Am I ever glad to see you. What's this?
[ Sliding into the seat next to Tezcatlipoca, he starts to bring the drink to his mouth but stops. ]
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The only reason he steps into "The Last Drop" is because a local recommended the place after he asked where he could get a drink. Now that he's here, he has the sneaking feeling that person was being funny sending him to a place like this.
But oh, whatever. The neon lights and bad air of the Undercity have exhausted him, and if he has to just spend the rest of his time in this world in this skeevy bar, then fine.
He's meandering towards the bar, avoiding the dirty looks of its other patrons, when he sees someone waving out of the corner of his eye. The bar is so dim that it's not until he's approached the stranger that he realizes it's not a stranger at all, and with a sense of relief washing over him, he gladly accepts the drink shoved into his hands. ]
Oh, Goddesses. Am I ever glad to see you. What's this?
[ Sliding into the seat next to Tezcatlipoca, he starts to bring the drink to his mouth but stops. ]
Lead? For what?