A blue beam of light shoots from the humans shoulder over the glass before he responds, “Information. What is this?
“We call it swill. The alcohol content keeps anything from living in it and we serve it hot for good measure. It’s the only thing the FLC boys’ suits will let em drink here. As for information you best look to the customers. We sell food and drinks here, not rumors.” The man turns in his seat to look at the small base of customers going about their business, some paying better attention to his presence then others. “I’ll put a free line of drinks to whoever can tell me what the Citadel has been doing since the arks went underground.” he says at a volume just below a yell. Seeing the eyebrow of the bartender raise he adds, “Talk first, then the drinks.
