Dwarven spirits are known to be strong stuff. Only a few ever go in for drinking contests against dwarves.
Standing on a bartop that was carved straight from the rock of the room itself, a red panda collects silver coins into a pouch. His companion fills up an entire corner of the bar, being much larger in build than even significantly unaverage dwarves. Giant ground sloths do tend to fill up a room.
There's a little grumbling from a few of the more sober dwarves, but neither of the furry friends react. Instead, the sloth thoughtfully empties a couple of sacks and begins dividing up their contents.
Money and valuables. Quite an assortment, too. Here is paper money from three different goverments. There is a pile of aluminum coins used in a particularly medieval realm, next to a set of hacksilver that's practically untrimmed. Bits of gold, ivory, and even a few wrapped packets with interesting smells litter the bartop.
The red panda (who looks like a cross between a thoughtful cat, a raccoon, and the sort of lipstick vampires wear) scratches behind one ear and considers the pile. "Wow. Not bad for just under a year's work."
The sloth (who looks more like a bear that simply kept getting bigger and fiercer) merely grunts.
The panda nods. "Where are you headed next?"
The large muzzle tilts thoughtfully. "Home," the sloth grunts.
The red-striped tail dances about behind its owner. "I'll meet you there, then." The panda polishes a flat helmet with a forelimb and places it jauntily over his ears.
The loot is divided; they each scoop their portion into bags. The sloth's pack is large and heavy. The panda's, just big enough to hold the money. They leave the bar together, then head toward different interfaces.
Now, just to find someplace that still takes aluminum as currency...
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