Orpheus chuckled a low sound that sent shivers down the spines of those nearby. Delving into his cloak, he produced a seemingly bottomless pouch, extracting a hefty chunk of gleaming gold even in the dim lighting. Big Lucy's skepticism vanished, replaced by a glimmer of respect in her eyes.
"Welcome to the Forgotten Tavern," she said, accepting the gold and wiping it on her apron with practiced ease.
"What brings a gentleman like yourself to this fine establishment?"
Leaning in closer, Orpheus let his piercing gaze sweep across the room.
"Just passing through," he murmured, his voice barely audible.
"In search of some information, perhaps a rare treasure that may be hidden away in your possession."
The air crackled with unspoken tension. Big Lucy, a woman who had witnessed it all during her years at the Forgotten Tavern, remained unfazed.
"Information comes at a price," she remarked, a knowing glint in her eye.