I wore a black hoodie and covered my head. My clothes smelled of vodka. I intentionally didn't wear my favorite citrus perfume. That way, no one would know who I was. The bar patrons didn't turn their heads when I walked by. That was a good sign.
I approached a table in the middle left of the room. Clyde was also wearing a hoodie and covering his head. A glass of vodka was in front of him. I sat down and took the glass. I sharpened my hearing to catch the surrounding conversations.
"I'm so happy my first child will be born soon!"
"I have enough money to travel. Where should I take my family on vacation?"
"What are you going to sell at the festival next week?"
"You're young and will soon be a father. Why doesn't the king have children at his mature age? Do you think he's infertile?"
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