8-079: Zarg’s Moon Highport – Shuttle Dock Tavern
The bar is a dive.
Tatty furnishings, slightly sticky carpet, stale tobacco odours (despite smoking being generally prohibited on the Highport), and a clientele that looks a little rough around the edges.
The bar servers meal packs and toasted sandwiches for lunch.
Kwint murmurs, “I didn’t pick this as your sort of place.”
Lia gives him a smile.
“I can fit in in most places.”
She will head to the bar to organise ‘lunch’.