The tiny emitters above all the booths changed by the smallest degree. Zelana continued probing the area while Max waited nervously like a flashing cursor on an old computer screen. Seemingly content with conditions in the area, Zelana turned back to walk towards the main bar. Max allowed himself a smile under the notion that perhaps she had finished her inspection tour, but his elation was premature. Max replied with a rhetorical answer.
Every bar has a store room.
The pair proceed to a door behind the bar that concealed some steps leading down into the basement. All visual receptors were on the Inspector now, each customer wondering for how much longer they would be permitted to enjoy the hospitality of the Mare Inebrium. The basement store was as large as the main bar area above. The assorted machinery and pumping equipment took up one whole wall and was as much of a grand spectacle, in its own way, as the bar it served. Huge tanks of liquid sat next to refrigeration units, boilers and hazardous chemical containment canisters.