"You should have seen it, Garmult, that Clint is something else. I've been in the business for a minute, maybe not as long as you two, but." Wilson takes a pull from his mug. "The kid has a talent I've never seen before, Bojovnik, you tell him."
Wilson, Darbrand, and Bojovnik were at stools sitting at a bar drinking from mugs. Except for Bojovnik who had a glass of clear dark liquid in it.
"A little impatience will spoil great plans." Bojovnik picks up his glass and ponders his drink before downing it in one go without a grimace.
He gently places the glass back on the bar and with two fingers double-taps next to the empty glass. The ready bartender turns around and picks from a selection of spirits and liquors, a labeled square glass bottle. He unscrews the metal top with a few cricks and pours two fingers of the same dark stuff.
"What? You worried that you did a number on the kid?" Willson looks over his shoulder. "Look at him, he's just peachy."
Clint is laying passed out, face-up on a sofa no longer spitting up blood. His chest rhythmically rose and fell with no strain. Nearby, Aubrey is sitting at a round tabled booth opposite him. She is eating a bowl of porridge made of oats and milk with an accompanying mug of ale. Aubrey washes the simple meal down and begins reaching through the depths of her backpack.
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"Distant water does not put out a nearby fire..." Bojovnik leaves his glass as it is and has his hands folded on the counter with his eyes closed.
"Ah... the way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain." Wilson turns back to his drink.
Darbrand interjects between the two clearing his throat."We'll see what he says when he wakes up. What do you know about the Water Genasi?"
"Luckily enough she is a friend of Clint's and she mentioned both of them being affiliated with Candlekeep to what level I'm unsure. She also mentioned having contact with a Moxie." Wilson informs the two.
"Moxie the tabaxi fixer?"
"Probably, that would be my first guess too."
"Bojovnik?"
"Words are mere bubbles of water, but deeds are drops of gold." Bojovnik reaches for his drink and sips it. "I see no deceit within her or... Clint." He puts his glass down.