[Viserys looks at the pretzels first, strange things he would have been confused by not too long ago. Now he knows better. They are crunchy and salty and despite their price they are definitely fitting for a king. Pretzels manage to be even more fitting to dead kings. He takes a few before Rincewind will find himself looking at ~*~lilac~*~ eyes of all things, Viserys clearly uncertain whether this is true or false and weighing his options here.
After a few seconds...]
Ale. I would like the ale.
[He slides the pretzels in; crunch crunch crunch. His salt levels begin to rise, slowly, which is always good. He watches Rincewind like he's appraising something but doesn't have all the information he needs to really do a proper appraising. That hipster kid who took one art class and thinks he can talk circles around the art museum coordinator but really can't levels of lacking information.]
You can perform magic?
[He lifts his chin to indicate the hat. Observation +10]
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After a few seconds...]
Ale. I would like the ale.
[He slides the pretzels in; crunch crunch crunch. His salt levels begin to rise, slowly, which is always good. He watches Rincewind like he's appraising something but doesn't have all the information he needs to really do a proper appraising. That hipster kid who took one art class and thinks he can talk circles around the art museum coordinator but really can't levels of lacking information.]
You can perform magic?
[He lifts his chin to indicate the hat. Observation +10]