Elara looked at the imp standing behind the middle-aged man, peeking out from behind with an innocent look on his face. She narrowed her eyes before looking back at the middle-aged vampire.
Seeing that she offered no verbal response, only a silent, measured gaze, Nicolai took it as her tacit approval and continued. "It has come to my attention that one of our esteemed guests has arrived in the company of a witch slave."
By the time he reached this point, Alvin's eyes narrowed generously, and his grip on the wine glass tightened, but the middle-aged man was more focused on Elara and continued speaking.
"While it is not against the policies of this esteemed establishment to bring a slave, it is, however, a most uncommon sight to behold a witch in Tamarka. Thus, I wished to humbly inquire—might you be willing to part with but a liter of her blood? In return, we would be most pleased to waive the cost of your meal—"
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