"I'll take a room as well. No issue on location, I've just met these fine travelers tonight. Not sure if we're ready to share a bed quite yet."
Sorin gives a small chuckle, then waits to see what will come of this confrontation.
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"Five silver says she whacks him upside the head before he realizes he hasn't let go of the monkey yet," he whispers to Denche, barely hiding his grin under his cowl.
"Sure." he snorts back and checks if he is in range too.
"A room anywhere in the building is fine, thanks." Rak looks around the bar a bit to see if he can find a shrine to Cayden Cailean inside. As he's looking, he poses the question to Faunra as well.
"Ya don't happen to have a shrine to the Accidental God in here, do ya?"
Ariza glares at the two companions at her table as she reaches down and grabs Rezzin. The monkey chitters on her shoulder and then snuggles into her neck.
"There there my baby," she says. "Did that big mean old man hurt you?"
She turns a glare at the man. "If you plan on ogling me, then you may want to put a step-ladder in your backpack. I don't particularly relish the thought of staring into a lover's navel, and there's been far too many jokes at my expense on that account already. So, no, you may not buy me a drink. I shall not strike you, however, as my companions seem to think I can't hear what they say under their breath and I won't give them the satisfaction! Now. Please explain to me where you believed you had the right to manhandle my monkey!
Ariza looked the man up and down.
If I don't like his answer, I need to find something flammable on his person so I can give him a little scare
"Dammit."
Soriano mutters to himself as he digs up 5 silver and hands it to Denche.
"Forgive me, Ariza was it? I meant no insult at your expense."
The situation made Denche shamelessly grin from ear to ear. And I thought I'd have to wait for the festival for an eventful night!
He looks at Ariza, the newcomer, back to Ariza and meanwhile just pockets the bet.
Ariza rolls her eyes and scratches Rezzin behind his ear. "Apology accepted, I suppose. And for the benefit of free drinks for my companions, I will accept your offer. Just don't get any other ideas about my navel gazing abilities!" She says these words with less malice than her previous outburst, but the edge seems to be replaced by a bit of humour.
Ariza walks and sits down on the bench, then whispers something into Rezzin's ear. The monkey climbs down and lays on the floor at her feet.
The barmaid comes over and smiles "Glad you have moved on Aldern...its about time you realize your slick tongue does nothing for me." She then turns to Ariza and smiles "Watch out for this one, hes rather...persistent."
"So What shall I bring ya, now that Aldern is buying?"
"Oh, I will", Ariza says with a wink to the waitress. "I would love another Tea and some soup; and the chance to try and speak with the Innkeep about her experiences with the Tea Ceremony would be amazing! Does she speak only Tien? If so, are you able to translate? It doesn't have to be today; I believe I will be in town for a while after the festival even.
If you have a moment, I'd like some more soup, possibly some slices of bread if you have 'em."
"Aldern you say...
"I'd like to sample this tea the gnome keeps mentioning."
At which point he immediately turns to Ariza and Rak, saying:
"Oh, I'm sorry, we haven't been properly introduced yet — call me Denche."
Followed by a curt nod and shifting attention to the noble:
"Thank you, kind sir. It sounds like you're a regular around here?"
The barmaid looks at the gnome and shakes her head "Ameiko is way to busy preparing for the festival and then cometing in the cooking competition tomorrow to meet with you but maybe after the festival she will return to normal...I mean will have more time. And yes I speak Tian and would be more than happy to translate though Ameiko also speaks Varisian...she just reverts to Tian when stressed and yelling..."
Ariza stares at the gentleman. Something familiar ... hmmm ...
Rak nods his head towards the noble, in thanks for the drink. "I'll just have another ale, thanks much," he says to the barmaid. He then studies the noble for a bit, wondering if he's heard of him before.
He then turns to the half-orc. "Nice to meet you, Denche. You seem a friendly fellow." Remembering his manners, he continues, "I guess I never introduced myself either. Name's Rak. Rak Opal, of the Janderhoff Opals, if it matters to ya."
"I am Ariza. And I will make myself available for the Innkeeper anytime; whenever she has time!" she says, looking at the waitress
"So Aldern, excited for the festivities tomorrow?"
Sorin is keen on learning more about the festival. He had seen his fair share while on the road with his caravan family, but while in town he was required to work and sell trade goods. Even though he was an adult now, he couldn't help but be a bit excited to be part of the fun this time.
"Pardon me for a moment."
Sorin takes a sip from his glass and stands up. He makes his way to Faunra, and waits for an opportunity between tables to speak with her.
"Is that man truly a Foxglove?" he asks her in a hushed tone. "I'm certain I heard there hasn't been a Foxglove since Vorel passed 30 years ago.
"Thanks for the warning."
Sorin heads back to the table with his companions.
Denche takes a large sip of his ale, almost spilling it in the process. Wiping his mouth and suppressing a belch, he says to Aldern:
"Far better things to do, eh? You wouldn't perchance be in need of someone skilled with a bow and animals, would you?"
At this Sorin becomes somewhat unpleasant. He leans forward, his keen eyes on the man claiming to be nobility. He certainly did act like it.
"I'm sorry sir, his emphasis with a hint of mocking, "would you care to elaborate on, 'your kind'?"
"Hey there! Are you going to make me mad again? You were just starting to find your way back into my good graces!", snarled Ariza. She reached over and lightly touched the Orc's arm.
"This half orc is my friend! He has green skin. I am short. The waitress has pointed ears. My monkey has a tail. The Innkeeper is Tian. What's your problem?" She rolls her eyes. "Look me in the eye and tell me you really think that his kind is not worthy of respect due to the fact that he is different from you!!
Ariza nudges Rezzin on the rump with her toe while she has the undivided attention of the Noble. The monkey understands that this is the queue (they talked about it just before she had Rezzin sit under the table) to try and pinch something from the Noble's pocket. Rezzin and Ariza have done this often in the past, and Rezzin understands that if he is caught, he is to jump up on the persons head and cover their eyes with his hands. This usually serves to divert the attention from it being an attempted pickpocket, to being a fun joke or another more animal response to something that the person is doing to upset Ariza (feigned upset or otherwise).
She puts her hands on her hips and waits for a reply.
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A few seconds later Rezzin is out from under the table and jumps onto Alderns head. He stops his stroking of Rak's leg and turns his head over to Ariza and calmly says through gritted teeth "Can you please remove him from my head..."
Denche is a bit stupified by the whole exchange. He thought the initial remark was about his lowly class, not race. Ooooh ...
Still, he was right, I am a product of a monster.
The second response did make him turn to face Aldern and weren't it for Ariza's hint, a hand would have went flying. Instead he just narrowed his gaze and waited for the next blunder to come out.
What did he say?
The heck does that mean? What's Ariza up to...
Rak doesn't need to hear the whispered conversation to respond to the foot on his leg. "Mr. Foxglove--if that's your real name--you don't like my new orcish friend, but you'll play sexyfeet with a dwarf under the table? Depending on how you follow the lass' advice, you may have a new lover tonight. Let me know if I'll be going home with you; I'll have to let the inn know that I won't need the room."
Ariza busts out laughing at Rak's comment to the pompous ass named Aldern. She actually has to pull back a little to stop her tea from dribbling out of her mouth. She swallows, and then addresses Aldren and Rezzin.
"Rezzin. You can come down from his head. I know the man was unkind to mommy, but he'll get what's coming to him without you having to mark him for me. Aren't I right, Denche?
Rezzin natters in protest, but climbs down Aldern's back and makes his way back on to Ariza's shoulder. Ariza stroked the inside of his ear, and then turned to address Aldern again.
"I am not sure why you are still here, so maybe you can explain to the group if there is anything specific that you want with us."
Denche continues to stare sternly, silent and unmoving.
Sorin nods, though is content for Ariza to do most of the talking with her supposed suitor. Still...
Sorin nudges Ariza and whispers in her ear.
"Possible Hack."
He leans back after imparting the message and says at normal tone.
"I just wanted you to know my love for you before you went broke my heart."
He traces a non-existent tear down his face.
Denche hardly believes his pointy ears.
What a slimeball. Is he really such an affront idiot? Trying to pick a fight on purpose?
Rak does his best to look hurt at the refusal of his proposition. "So tell me, Foxglove, now that you've gone far past the point of misunderstanding the lass' message to just being a cad, just what is your connection to old Vorel?"
Ariza finishes listening to Sorin and then freezes completely as Aldern's finger reaches towards her cheek. She gently pushes his hand away, then glances around the room to see if anyone is noticing this strange exchange.
"Why don't we all sit down, and you can tell me why it is you feel that you need to spend so much time with me, Aldern. Clearly Sorin and I have a special relationship, which you are choosing to ignore. If you feel hot and bothered by me now, you don't know the half of what you will feel if you continue to anger him and I; not to mention what Rezzin is already planning for you!"
Ariza then focuses on a loose thread on the cuff of the man's sleeve. Time to put a little fear in this idiot.