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Orion set his gaze on the woman who now stood in front of him. "Yes..." he didn't expect any one to be of service this fast and was at a loss for what to ask for. She smelled lke sweat, and a number of other scents, wine, tomatoes, olive oil, etc. he then nodded, he was in a pub. "Glass of water. i have run myself dry of money at the moment. he looked down at his new dresses, trying to find pouches. he only saw two symmetrical slits in the fabric of the leggings. he stuck his hand in his left one. and retrieved a leather folding strap, with even tinier item slots, some held hard rectangular piece, one even had a picture of the holy man. he found several green, rectangular pieces of parchment with numbers on the corners. he found the lowest number, and counted up, adding the numbers together he had fifty two dollars. he handed the bunch to the waitress. "Water. i think you take this as currency? I'm not from this place." he took a look again at the waitress. it was uncommon for a woman in his old home to have hair that would blaze as fierce as fires before combat. he looked passed her, something strange was with a male with his hair fashioned into a western peak tribe stripe. he didn't smell of lycanthrope. Orion was curious to ask but it'd attract more attention then was wanted.
Orion smiled to the waitress, having eventually taken his focus back to her. "Where my i be seated?" he asked with a chuckle.