Mages' squabble
CRACK! Arad put the empty plate down over the stack he created. "How much was it?"
"Three gold coins and fifty-one silver..." The bartender stared at the over ten plates Mount Arad left.
CLACK! Arad pulled the money one of his pocket and put it on the counter, standing up to leave.
The adventurers sitting there stared at him, not worried about how much money he had, but unable to figure out where he was putting all that food. He did drink almost two barrels of beer in one sitting with what seemed like half a cow, including the bones. That without counting the bread and other stuff he ate.
They all watched in silence as Arad walked out of the tavern, a faint purple glow in his eyes. Each person he looked at his eyes directly, could feel a shiver down his spine.
Riverside is a trade city. The streets are full of shops, stalls, and merchants shouting in the air to bring in customers.