"Uh..." What was the policy on credit again? "Hold on, uh, let me get the book out." Selekhael rummages under the bar and retrieves a dictionary-sized book. She opens somewhere near the front and starts reading. "Uh, let's see... Eggs... No. Dwarven ale... Droids... What do you mean we don't serve their kind here and they have to wait outside?" Sekhmet looks over at a table where a pair of droids are oiling their joints. "Oh, whatever. It's, uh, not like anyone, uh, follows most of these rules. I'm not even sure they're supposed to be there. I can, uh, open a tab for you." She sets the book heavily back underneath the bar.