11
After the bust at Harry’s Shining Shack, Sam and Lilith slinked down to The Drunken Turnip for a bite to eat and drink their defeat away
“The usual,” Lilith said as she sat down on the wooden barstool. “And a beer for the human.”
“A Wisp Hopper,” Sam elaborated.
The young bartender nodded and placed two coasters down before scurrying away to pour a glass of wine and tap Sam’s beer into a tall glass.
“Is that all?” he asked, placing the two drinks down.
“Yes,” Sam replied, reaching for her wallet but Lilith caught her wrist.
“No need. It’s on the house.”
Sam hesitated. She couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t paid for drinks or food. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I told you, I— we own the place.” She gestured around. “The Drunken Turnip has been a family business for centuries.”
