Nexus. Black Dog. Drinks with the Overlord

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There isn't too much down at floor level, but the minions will probably find the small group of human size tables that are tucked over under a massive bonsai display that looks like a cliff face. There are ketchup, creamers, and sugar packets to be found on those tables. And a few of the curious patrons drop bits of energon plaster 'cookie' or even bits of (simple but very tasty) organic food to the strange little creatures as they watch them scramble about.

Requiem snerks at them, then goes to one knee to offer the Overlord and his remaining retinue a lift up to the top of the bar with his hand.

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But there are no scuffles. No quests seeking adventurers. He's not entirely sure what the causality behind all that is supposed to be, but he does know he's been watching for five whole minutes and not one ragtag group of unlikely heroes has bundled itself out the door with a shout.

Also no-one has asked him to do their garden yet, but that's probably a blessing.

The minion grabs the bottle and prises the lid off. It sniffs at the contents and then gives Rhinox a confused, indignant look. "Not beer!"

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"Nemesis tends to frown on violence within her walls," says Blackout, amused. "And most of the beings here aren't the questing type, unless it be a quest for a few time units of peace from war."

She's about the only person she's ever seen hiring in here. And that but rarely because her minions and allies are adequate.

And then she's snorting laughter as Rhinox imperturbably agrees with the minion before having another long pull at his own bottle.

((ROTFL))