Of course, calling him "frail" was just Abner teasing a younger member of his family.
Tran was actually in excellent health. After all, he always had a Potions Professor skilled at making medicines by his side. It was just that the signs of medication were all too obvious to Abner, a Wisdom Angel.
Abner made no attempt to reveal his identity. He followed Tran into the Chalk bar with Fors and took a seat in an inconspicuous corner.
Meanwhile, Tran went straight to the counter, sat on a stool, and tapped the wood lightly. "Roast lamb, moussaka, stuffed tomato balls, and a glass of blood orange juice."
Moussaka was essentially a lamb pie. Minced lamb, eggplant, tomatoes, and potatoes were layered together, then baked with pastry and cheese. It was somewhat like Feynapotter's meat lasagna. The dish was popular in Segar and Masik, and was also common in southern Intis and Lenburg.
As for blood oranges, they were a specialty fruit of Andor. Rumor had it they originally came from the Blood Emperor's royal orchard, hence the name.
"Young people," the bartender remarked after glancing at Tran. "A quarter zloty. You can pay in Verl D'Or if you like."
Zloty was the official currency of Segar, while Verl D'Or belonged to Intis.
Not buying alcohol makes me young? But as a Warlock, I shouldn't drink anyway... As thoughts ran through his mind, Tran tossed over a half-zloty note.
The rest could be a tip.
With a tip in hand, the bartender said nothing more. He swiftly prepared the food and set it before Tran.
As Tran ate, he took out ten Verl D'Or coins and, following the custom here, began asking the bartender for information.
In the corner, Abner glanced at Tran, whose disappointment seemed to be growing. He nodded