"That would be two coins, kind sir." Apis held up two fingers towards the cloaked man who sat on the bar then proceeded to clean one of the few mugs that he had under the bar with a piece of cloth, not that he wanted nor he cared much about the accumulated dirt on the mugs but because he had nothing else to do at the moment.
The Hissing Rope Tavern doesn't usually have many customers but with the looming threat of war, all kinds of people would be found among the taverns. Men would try to numb their fears with alcohol and seek momentary freedom from the woes of the world as they stumble in their way with their drunkenness.