the wizen old one, watches the 2 zealots whispering and making markks on their table. He laughs to himself, if they only knew about the new spyware cameras above each table, which record everything they see being written. Hmmm I wonder what it would be worth to someone for what they are writing...
He tips his brew towards the two, watchs RD fill out his application, and orders his usual from one of the FBW
