Winter wrote:
> "I will be keeping a tab, I should think. When these have been drunk," a
> long gesture encompassed the assembled currency, "my business here will
> be concluded. Shame really."
>
> "From the look of these coins, you should be drinking here for a good
> while."
>
> "Now, good sir, I could do with an elixir of Autumn, as I have only
> recently seen Summer’s harsh blister. Stirred, not shaken that is, for
> only complete barbarians take it in such a scandalous manner."
>
> I scratched my head. "I've not heard of an Elixir of Autumn, but I
> could make you an Autumn Equinox."
>
>
"Ah, I will confess a slip, an error in judgment perhaps. An Autumn
Equinox will do quite nicely. Perhaps, later, I shall bring back some
elixir for a tasting or two.”

A twitch that turns into a shiver shakes his hands, causing disarray to
sprinkle through his hair and disheveled garments. The cloak slung over
the chair jingles in a melodic minor key. He steadies himself, an
internal monologue ceasing, with an obvious decision.

"I would be Jack, simply Jack for now. Are you the proprietor of this
establishment?"

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To the barkeep: All but one of the coins will not move. Explanations
forth coming, but we mustn’t rush it.

-S