Game Time PM14:19
Cole, or rather Cole Dover, pale-faced and back in his servant attire, emerged from the cellar. After nodding slightly to the old man still polishing glasses behind the counter, he quickly left without looking back.
A moment later, Motan, now wearing the same complete leather armor Cole had when he arrived, removed the [Hundred Faces] mask that had transformed into Cole's visage and returned to the surface. He casually placed a Gold Coin Commerce Association voucher in front of the old man. "Thanks for the hospitality."
"You're welcome."
The old man grinned, revealing yellow teeth. His face, covered in wrinkles, was seventy percent human and thirty percent ghost-like. "Though I didn't even serve you a single drink."
"I'm sure you abstained from providing beverages out of concern for our health."
