Raza
Listening carefully, Raza nods and gestures to Mik to let him know she’s going to take Ray somewhere a bit more private. Stepping around the side of the bar, she indicates that the girl should follow and tackles the herbal part of the conversation first. “Well. Alcohol is a preservative in some ways, and I’ve heard of folks cookin’ with some an’ then the alcohol burns off and it just leaves a taste, but that seems like it wouldn’t work. Might just be that you need to get something with a low enough alcohol content to be a preservative, but not enough to affect someone.” She makes it to her desk and falls silent, thoughtful. “I ain’t sure what that is - beer might be the lowest I know, but it goes bad. Same with wine. I could supply you with various stuff, but goin’ straight to the supplier might be best.” But these things don’t come without a price, now do they? “For a favor owed, of course, you can use me as a reference.”
First this, then the matter of the other part.
reppin' a district of obvious misfits
