"If you have the town coin, five for each. If not I'm not impartial to bargaining." He had to do a lot of that back in the Forest. So the fact that most people here didn't have 'money' wasn't exactly a problem to him. It was almost like being back home.
Giving a light huff, Jefferson folded his arms over his chest. "He's not. He owns the brewery that's attached. Isn't it an obvious match?"
He knew damned well that alcohol and tea did not. But you brewed both, they were best friends, and nothing they did needed to make sense. The ridiculousness of it all even drew people in.