Glen nodded as he took a sip from his own drink, he may have grimaced as he swallowed it, but with his face it was hard to tell. "Certainly there are times when steel is called for Kalica, and when those times come Glen hopes to have one such as yourself to brandish it. He is practical though, he knows he has never had someone that cares for him so much and he's too small, swinging his own steel isn't very effective. So he learned to hide instead steel can't pierce what it can't find."
Beady eyes turn towards Ali at his question "Cerwek was able to secure a room for Miyari and Glen, she asked ten silver for meals and accommodations. If you're together it will most likely be the same price."
Ali nips on his lower lip at the cost, before adding in a soft voice; "Well that'd be a bit inappropriate, but I think I can make the cost up. I heard the last tones of some music, did they have their cap out for brass?" The youth thinks trying to assess if busking would be appropriate.
Miyari glances towards Ali and repeats, "Inappropriate? I suppose the matter of propriety will be forgotten once we are out in the wilds. But for tonight in the interest of what is appropriate, perhaps you could stay with Glen, and I stay with Kalica? It makes little difference to me where I sleep and the cost would be the same regardless."
Ali shifts in his seat; "I suppose so, I hadn't really thought of that. Your offer is most kind, I'll have to think on it - a final night in civilisation should be pleasant."
"Inappropriate? You seemed quite close, perhaps Glen mis-read..." Glen looks to Miyari at her suggestion and to Kalica "That would be better?" making the connection he inquires "Gender segregation? It is not appropriate to mix?" Turning back to Ali he finishes "You would rather share with Glen?" That was certainly unusual, general consensus seemed to be males would consider a night much more pleasant spent with an attractive female than an ugly lump of a goblin, or gnome or frog... whatever they thought Glen might be.
There is little explanation for why the sound of the room suddenly drops to nothing, fading away allowing the following words to penetrate the mind fog created by the Dwarven Fire Ale.
"Speaking of mysteries, I 'eard about an old fort to south of t' forest where the spirits still 'aunt it. T' dead whisper stories of t' ancient ones that lie in the depths of t' earth, from aeons past, plotting their return. Tho' some say the pale forms guard a treasure greater than owt we've heard of, that t' ghosts that inhabit the fort are in fact hunters after the ancient treasure & that's why t' land is wild."
There can be no doubt of which fort the slip of a boy across the room speaks.
"Whew!" the scarred man exclaims. "That will definitely light a fire under ones arse! Ha ha ha! I can feel the fightin' spirit in me. Perhaps you are right, Master Dwarf."
Cerwek returns with food and the non-whiskey drinks. Arielle sniffs the small beer and wrinkles her nose a bit, but she sips it and watches the food be laid before her with wide hungry eyes.
Cerwek glances at the pretty elf a little warily and then gives Llewyn a small smile. Seeing this, Corinne raises an eyebrow over her own beer and rolls her eyes at the bard.
"If you really wish this was a dream that would fade away...I can't say sometimes I too don't wish it was only that." The woman looks at the small girl who is rapidly consuming her food. "Even now it is sometimes hard to know what is not a dream, isn't it?"
Arielle looks up at Corinne with no expression on her face a slight bit of stew running down her chin. "Does Corrie regret her life since...?" she asks quietly her voice trailing away.
The scarred woman's eyes go wide and a sad, stricken look crosses her face. For a moment she says nothing, then she reaches for the girl and hugs her close. "Never, child. Never, never, never." Tears roll down the woman's scars to fall into Arielle's messy hair.
Cerwek makes a small noise, her own eyes looking a trifle teary at the scene. "W-will you all be needin' anyting else?" she asks hesitantly unsure if she should disturb the pair.
Speaking to Ali, "Lad, I'm sure we can all hope to not to need weapons, though that seems naive and quite frankly, more than a little boring. Perhaps we run into a friendly family of fairy folk who wish to make us kings of their realm? No, I think there will be much blood spilled before the journey is through. If that weakens your stomach than perhaps you should stay behind, wait for the lands to settled. No harm in it. Adventure and glory are not meant for everyone."
"That said, while I know my way around my spear it would not hurt to gather up more swords.." Llewyn scans the bar, his eyes landing on two rough and tumble sorts, Armin and Brokk. "Those two, it may be the booze in 'em or it might be fact but you can see their rage. They would be welcome arms. You think they are here for the charter?
"Ah! Many thanks fair lady!" Llewyn accepts the food from Cerwek, smiles back, and begins to eat.
When Cerwek asks if there would be anything else he replies. "Um, I can't quite recall if I had already asked, maybe your drink is just too strong, but what's the price? To get a room I mean? For myself."
Still pondering Glens' offer and trying to work out what would be best, the youth turns to face Llewyns' sardonic thoughts;
"There may be blood spilled, but best t' have good intentions of using violence as a last resort. For nowt good grows in rotten ground." Ali recites an old adage handed down from his step-father.
"But then again a few more sword arms don't 'urt, especially if there bandits around." the youth softly muses, thinking about going over to the pair and asking.
"Glen, that is fine. I will stay in whatever room suits people. I would prefer to sleep in the forest but since I am here and in good company..." Kalica warmly looks around at everyone. "I think I can stomach sleeping behind four walls."
She then looks over at Ali. "It is your choice if you want to go forward with the charter or not but I assume you want to go forward." She takes another sip of her drink mirth dancing in her eyes. "Well, Llewyn, you seem to have quite the silver tongue, perhaps you should approach those fellows? I myself, did not deal in silver but steel." She then winks at him.
"Aye, I want to return to me 'omelands. Mark 'em out, maybe that'll help t' people of the land - even if it means bloodshed." Ali's voice is firm and determined, having made this declaration the youth adds to Glen and Miyari. "Thank you for your kind offer, I'd be happy to share."
Bashfully, Cerwek says to Llewyn, "Five silver for the room, and if you're not sharing, an extra three covers dinner and breakfast."
Thinking about the coin in his pocket. "Then eight it is. I imagine this will be the last comfortable night for a great deal, I'd rather like to enjoy it."
To Kalica, "So it is, I will speak with those men in a moment." Llewyn finds himself biting that gifted tongue of his, If only Cerwek wasn't also here, the chance for more tongue-punnery is ripe!
"But before I do that," Llewyn looks to Cerwek again, "I anticipate things might get a bit rowdy tonight, may I stow my things in the room now? Can you show me to it?"
"Fighting spirit," Armin murmurs, the second round of ale having clearly taken its toll on him. He was sweating bullets now. The fire in his belly was almost unbearable and yet, for some reason he could not help but to crave more. Never had he felt such a sensation of want before. The rage on the other hand, was all too familiar. For an instant, a familiar smile of shattered porcelain flashes before his mind's eye. The same brokenness he had learned to envision when inciting his "gift"... but only when fighting. Given a moment of calm, he manages to force out the question. "Tell me friend, why might one drink this if there is no fight to be had? To start one?"
His glance flicks to the scarred man that had treated them. "Do you want to fight that man?" Armin asks, gesturing at the refined gentleman with a nod, whose disdain seemed so blatant. Any subtlety he exercised during his spying was evidently long gone. "There certainly seems to be a quarrel between you as is."
"Speaking of mysteries, I 'eard about an old fort to south of t' forest where the spirits still 'aunt it. T' dead whisper stories of t' ancient ones that lie in the depths of t' earth, from aeons past, plotting their return. Tho' some say the pale forms guard a treasure greater than owt we've heard of, that t' ghosts that inhabit the fort are in fact hunters after the ancient treasure & that's why t' land is wild." Ali starts to tell a story in hushed whispers hoping, it'd intrigue the pair.
Brokk's eyes begin to twitch. His vision tunnels to the boys face. Stupid kid, he can't be talking about Rubblestone, it's over run by bandits-
FFEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOO-CCCSSSSHHHH! The longhammer whistles as it smashes a bandit's shield in to kindling. Brokk sees only in shades of red. He's back in the moment. The warhammer smashes the bandit's face. Time crawls, the group of approaching rogues take forever to reach Brokk's hammer. He ends the first bandit, then the next, and the next. The longhammer's whistle continues, a reminder to keep moving. Keep killing. He knocks the last one to his knees. His eyes lock with the bandits yellow eyes and he sees the bandit isn't alive. His face is rotting and maggots fester in what used to be his nose."Whew! That will definitely light a fire under ones arse! Ha ha ha! I can feel the fightin' spirit in me. Perhaps you are right, Master-"
"-Dwarf." The scarred man finishes.
Brokk feels a cold sweat all over himself, he fights to stop from trembling. He fails. Quickly, he tries to prevent anyone from noticing, "Master Dwarf!" He gives Armin's ribs an elbow. "I think I'll keep that title, sir! My friend here is right. It appears to boil the blood and cloud the judgement."
Miyari watches the exchange between Arielle and Corinne, not tearing up, but certainly seeming a bit moved by the display of emotion. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but thinks better of it, not wanting to interrupt the emotional scene.
She snaps back to reality with all this practical talk of rooms, though, and she puts her pre-opened mouth to use: "Then Ali will stay with Glen, and I with Kalica? Suits me fine," says the catfolk, nodding towards Kalica. "I am a fairly silent sleeper, or so I would think, having never heard myself while asleep before. I do not believe you will have much to worry about from me in terms of disturbance."
Her eyes shift over to Llewyn and her ears turn towards his conversation with Cerwek, musing more to herself than to anyone else, "Perhaps if he is going to, ah, be awhile, I could go over to chat with them... I have no doubt that having the extra help will be beneficial, and this charter has brought in all kinds of folk."
Imes chuckles and throws an incautious look towards the more refined gentleman.
"Oh you mean Graven there? I'm always up for a fight with him. But that's what disapproving older brothers are all about, aren't they?"
A cheerful voice sounds the the trio at the bar. Jellink sets down three ales on the bar.
"There you are dearies. We limit the Fire Ale to two per customer for safety reasons, so here's something a bit less potent to help cool your souls." Her grin is wide and admiring.
"Of course, you can get another one if'n you want it since you only had the one," she says to Imes who waves his hand to show he's happy to leave it alone.
Cerwek blushes prettily, the rose suffusing her cheeks complements her naturally green-tinged complexion.
"You be certain'y welcome ta do whacha like in yer room once I give Broquart yer coin. But we're pretty busy down 'ere tonight, and Lady Jelli don't like us girls runnin' off while there be custom down in these parts." She hesitates slightly. "But, uh...I can show ya to the stairs going up to the rooms though...when you be ready o' course, an' done eating!" The last bit comes out in a bit of a rush.
Cerwek is saved from any further embarrassment when the scarred lady says the half-orc's name politely.
"Miss Cerwek? Here's the coin for the child and my stay tonight."
"Su-su-ure. O' course!" Cerwek says with a small bob of her head accepting the money. "I'll be back with yer room chit. When you're ready, jes' give it to Broquart or Lady Jelli, an' they'll show to yer room."
Corinne turns the lumpy little gnome(?) called Glen. "You said you noticed someone leave the inn out the back? Rushing out of here with Arielle would be very dangerous then." She sighs. "We'll be safer here with all of the people in the inn around us."
"Ah, of course. Well then here's my silver. I'll search you out when I have finished." He flashes Cerwek a smile.
Llewyn returns to his food, wolfing down a few more bites.
"Now I suppose I'll go speak to those men."
Llewyn pushes back his chair, stands, swallows the last of his whiskey and walks towards the dwarf and man.
"Excuse me, if I might be so bold..."
Armin nods his thanks to Jellink, not entirely trusting himself to speak. The rage thankfully starts to subside, but the distinct burning sensation lingers on. He tries his hand at quenching the flame, quaffing the considerably less potent ale. This does not quite work as intended. I will consider this a lesson learned. It's true what they say about the dwarves and their ale...
"Master Dwarf it is, then," he says to Brokk, managing a weak smile. He wondered if perhaps the dwarf was a bit crazy, but considering what he had just drank moments before, he was perhaps a little mad himself. "I suppose it would be good for a fight, but truth be told, it would not be of much use to me..."
The android turns just in time to meet Llewyn with his eyes, his wits having returned to him, mostly intact.
Glen looked to Ali "Well it seems it will be you and Glen tonight" Seeing the food arrive he gives Cerwek what probably would have been a nice smile if his mouth wasn't so tight, and his teeth not so crooked and jagged, hopefully she got the intent at least "Ahh the stew, thank you miss Cerwek it looks excellent."
Munching on the stew he looks over towards Corrine and Arielle he didn't seem to have any sort of reaction to their touching scene it is quite good isn't it Arielle?" At Corinne's question Glen stops eating his stew nodding to her "Yes Glen saw someone slip out, his face was hidden and rather suspicious, others seemed too interested as well, but only the one slipped out. If you are worried for your safety tonight perhaps you should stay with Ali and Glen, that is if Ali does not mind. Truthfully Kalica would provide better protection if it was needed, but her room is not Glen's to offer."
As Miyari and Llewyn mention they're going to talk with the two large men "Glen will come as well, he would like to talk with the woman there, it is not often he has an opportunity to converse in gnomish. He does not want to leave Arielle and Sally on their own if everyone comes though..." Sally is not right... Arielle just said it... Cor... Cor... "Corinne sorry..."
Ali inclines his head to Glen; "Certainly I wouldn't mind. And I'll stay 'ere for t' moment." The young lad taps the edge of his cup, before sipping on his watered drink.
Having finished her stew, the young girl runs a hand across her chin to wipe away the drippings. Her big eyes once again latch onto the elf ranger as many of the others get up and head to where the boisterous dwarf and his company drink at the bar.
Slipping from the grasp of the scarred woman, Arielle approaches Kalica's seat. Corinne takes the chance to eat some of her own meal with a watchful eye on the small girl.
Arielle simply clambers up onto the female elf's lap all the while large brown eyes with nary a blink seem to memorize the shape of the woman's face. A small hand reaches up to touch Kalica's cheek and then trace a gentle line along it and around one of her pointed ears.
Arielle says, "You're very pretty. Like Corrie. Though Corrie forgets it sometimes. She thinks because she wears those scars, people can't see it. But it's true." The girl lowers her hand and turns to regard her companion. "Can you see it, Miss Kalica? How pretty she is?"
The scarred woman's eyes flick to the girl in surprise at this sudden topic, and her mortified visage gives testament to the shock of it. Her gaze drops to her plate, and it is clear she has no idea what to do or say.
While it is obvious she is uncomfortable, there seems to be a part of the woman that is responding to the praise, something far deep within that she has most likely suppressed.
Ali ponders the childs words; "Beauty is actions, deeds, thoughts and dreams, as Shelyn taught us. Tho' it may affect your outward appearance, tha' must not be emmersed by it." The young lad intones softly, with a wry hint to his soft voice since he cannot see Corrie well enough to tell her prettiness with or without scars.
"Lass you are a bit precocious as me ma used to say. Anyone ever tell you that?"
The girl turns her head to regard Ali. She tilts her head and a look of concentration appears.
"Pree-koe-shus..." Arielle repeats slowly. "Is that like being precious?"
"I could find ye some uses for it! This is all very exciting but something tells me ye didn't come over to buy us some expensive drinks, Mr. Imes." Brokk drinks his new drink, a little watered down but given the days circumstances it was welcomed. He looked up as Llewyn approached. "Be as bold as ye like just do it somewhere else." Replied to the bard.
Imes is taking a sip of his new beer when Brokk asks about his motives. He raises an eyebrow with the mug to his lips, sets it down, and then wipes his mouth with his sleeve.
Shrugging he says, "You two look like more my kind of folk then those stuffy office clerks."
He throws a thumb over his shoulder towards the group he left. Brokk and Armin can blearily see the lady that entered with the precise clerk and Imes watching them. No. Watching Imes. Clearly the lady's cheeks are a little rosy from drink, and she just might be showing her interest a tad more than she may intend. The precise clerk also seems to be dividing his attention between the clerk group and Imes' new drinking companions. The time his attention waxes and wanes between the two is equal. Precisely so.
Imes leans into the the space near the pair of ragers and says softly in that way only dangerous men can, "One doesn't earn a beauty mark like mine in an office as I'm sure you know. Sometimes I simply require more-" He makes a rolling motion with his hand, "Let's say 'rustic' sort of camaraderie." With that he chuckles and once again begins to quaff his beer. He tosses some more coins on the bar and motions to Jelli for more who is only too happy to comply.
As Llewyn approaches, Imes again raises his eyebrow, but says nothing, waiting to see how the bard responds to Brokk's gruff dismissal.
Miyari does stay seated for a moment before getting up, just to drink a bit more from her cup. Her eyes settle for a moment on Corrinne and she blinks once, slowly.
"Very pretty," confirms Miyari, "Though a catfolk's opinion on the matter may not be the most useful, I've spent enough of my life in a human settlement to know the difference. The tribe that my parents came from saw scars as something to be respected, something that is earned through the trials you face and survive. So, pretty, despite having faced grim trials." She pauses and adds, "I hope it's not presumptuous of me to say, if it is, I beg forgiveness."
She starts to stand up and says, "Excuse me a moment, I need to go with Glen and speak to those men." She will stay to listen to any replies, but her body is turned slightly as she anticipates walking off to join Llewyn on the other side of the bar.
Once she gets to her intended destination, she says to Llewyn quietly, "So, how are you doing over here?"
"Very gracious of you to stay Ali, Glen should not be long"
At Arielle's question to Kalica Glen peers towards Corinne.
The hideous goblin certainly hasn't learned to apply the subtlety and grace shown while sneaking through the shadows to any social situations. "Glen is certainly not an expert in this field. He finds beauty strange, confusing, you are a bit strange and confusing as well it must be a correlation." Glen probably meant that in a good way somehow. He considers and a thought pops up "Oh but do not think that is why he offers to share the room, he only thought you might find safety in numbers and feel more at ease."
"Ah yes" Glen jumps up when Miyari says they should go "Glen is going to introduce himself to the bright-haired barkeep."
Once he's waited an appropriate time for replies he scoots off with Miyari over to the bar, finding a free stool he scrambles up and stands on it to see over the bar "Greetings, Glen does hope he and Miyari are not interrupting."
Giving what is hopefully not the most awful smile she's ever seen to the magenta haired maiden Glen abruptly switches languages.
The Dwarf rebuffs Llewyn advances.
"I mean to do just that. But I think you and your friend here would be a fine help. Might I invite you to drink with us," Llewyn motions over to the table.
"Though if you have other things to attend to, perhaps when you have finished."
Llewyn turns and heads off to the his table.
The bright haired gnomish bartender looks up at where the goblin stands on the stool and tilts her head. With an amused smile she says in the lilting brogue of her native tongue:
The fact that she's suggesting Glen's not the first may be cause for concern...but she did say it's been a while.
For once Ali cracks a smile at Arielle's comment, making the urchin seem more refined and youthful. "I suppose it's a bit like being all precious."
The smile turns into a yawn, for it's been a long day full of disappointment, trepidation and hope.
As Llewyn turns about to go back to the table he almost topples over Miyari.
"Ah! I didn't see you there. Quite sneaky aren't we? Over here? These men don't seem to be interested. Maybe they'll change their minds, they know where to find us. Come let's go have a drink!"
Llewyn motions Miyari to join him in their walk back to the group.
Armin raises a brow ever so slightly when Brokk dismisses the man, but does nothing to salvage their first impression. After Llewyn leaves he turns to the dwarf. "I took you for a friendlier sort. Was it the drink, or was there something off about him?"
"I'm sorry were ye looking to join a troupe and frolic in the forest? I figured ye picked fights not flowers!" And with that he let out a hearty laugh, amused with his own joke. "Besides all that, Imes here bought us drinks, he's paid for my time and interest."
Miyari steps back when Llewyn is about to run into her, eyes widening in surprise! She recovers quickly, though, and responds to the bard's words. "Ah, well, I suppose they have other things to do this evening," suggests Miyari. "Perhaps we will see them again come morning, though I suspect by the look of them that we should speak to them very softly at that time."
She nods to the suggestion of drinking, quite happy to get to it. She indicates to Glen with a gesture that she will be returning.
Kalica looks down at the little girl sitting in her lap and smiles warmly. Not bothered whatsoever by the girl's curiosity. She then gently taps her on the nose and says, "We are beautiful in our own way little one. Mostly, it is from the inside and our actions that speak truth of it."
Thinking on the subject and gathering her thoughts Kalica adds. "But, one must also be mindful of the ugly that truly comes from foul deeds and a corrupt heart. The reflection from within comes without to bare witness to all."
Feeling a bit beat from the days events and the long journey to the city Kalica lets out a yawn. "Excuse my tiredness. It has been a very long day and I think I am ready to retire. Are we all set on who is sleeping where?" She looks around realizing that Glen had wondered off to the bar and witnesses the collision that almost occurs with Miyari and Llewyn.
The tavern's patrons begin to trickle out, either to their homes or their rooms upstairs.
Imes has a few more drinks with the ragers, and eventually the lady with whom he arrived joins the trio. She is introduced as Emilon, and she doesn't say much. When she does, most of her conversation is directed at Imes and her calf eyes show she's really there just to be close to him. She does seem amused about the two gnomes conversing next to the group, and she makes a couple comments to that effect.
Jelli speaks in Gnome with Glen in-between serving customers; her conversation geared towards the odd and eccentric, and anyone not a gnome or a sharp-minded investigator would probably become very lost. She is able to answer pretty much any question Glen would have about Restov and its current culture.
Llewen and Miyari return to the group in the corner, Miyari only after it becomes clear Glen and Jelli have no intention of speaking in any sane language again. Some idle banter regarding the upcoming expedition charter occurs before those tired begin to think of bed.
Arielle makes rounds clambering into both Miyari and Llewyn's laps at some point, her large brown eyes curious and seeming to memorize every inch of them. The girl strokes Miyari's fur and tries to touch her ears and tail if the catlady allows it. The biggest surprise comes when Arielle simply puts her head against Llewyn's shoulder, clutches her teddy bear, and falls asleep. Cerwek comes around with the room chits and makes light flirtations with Llewyn as long as it's obvious Kalica is not actively flirting or even just talking to him. If this occurs, Cerwek coos over Arielle especially when she is sleeping in Llewyn's lap. Corinne looks embarrassed and apologizes, but she takes this moment to ask Miyari if she would help her with Arielle and see them to their room.
The refined duelist named Graven and his half-orc companion make their exit after about another hour. He pointedly ignores Imes who raises his mug at his brother's back when Graven pulls up his raincloak and moves out. The table of travelers, the two gnomes and the half-elf have ended their repast and sit lazily smoking and sipping some kind of brandy. Evidently the expedition from which they have returned was rather lucrative.
The clerks having the celebration begin to trickle out, until only one plus the precise clerk remain. The precise clerk seems strangely uncertain as to whether he should also stay as his final companion is very intoxicated and seems to be mostly rambling almost incoherently.
As Graven and his half orc friend go to leave the establishment, Ali gets up and meanders over to them subtly mentioning "Ruvius' is alive, he'll have a scar or two." The youth moves off quietly.
Graven and the half-orc exchange looks.
"Good evening. Enjoy your time in Restov," the half-orc says to Ali politely. Then the pair leave without another word.
Ali returns to the table, but the youth cannot help but notice the fussy clerk & his inerbriated friend. Ali gets up and heads over to him; "Excuse me mister, if y' want to leave y' colleague 'ere by t' fire. Well keep a eye out, you needn't worry." He adds trying to not distress the man.
The heat of the Dwarven drink eventually passes, perhaps cooled off by the ale Jellink kept delivering, just as she said. Armin manages to loosen up somewhat, making casual conversation with his unexpected drinking group. Whether he had the drink to thank for this was written all over his face. Nonetheless, he does remember to mind the remaining clerks every now and then. As the commotion settles down, he turns to Brokk and Imes (as well as Emilon, though she seems fairly absorbed in the latter).
"Well friends, I must thank you," he says sincerely, his ordinarily pale complexion flushed, "I confess I was not expecting such hospitality my first night here. I hope to have the opportunity to meet you all again sometime. For now, there is something I should do before I retire for the night."
Glen quite enjoyed his conversation with Jelli she knew so many interesting things about just about any obscure topic. However when he spots the suspicious man has returned he feels he'd better cut it short. Thanking her for the conversation he heads back over to the join Miyari and the others by the fireplace.
Returning to the group the little goblin looks towards Corinne."Glen does not mean to alarm anyone, but the suspicious one that snuck out when noticing Arielle earlier has returned, which could not bode well. A number of others have also turned their attention towards our group."
As she retrieves Arielle from where she snoozes on Llewyn, Corinne nods her head at Glen's words and sighs.
"It's possibly nothing more than curiosity, but I never count on that. I will take some precautions tonight, but..." The scarred woman hesitates before leaning closer to the goblin.
"If you hear whistling, even if you think you're just dreaming, run. Run very, very far until you can't hear it anymore."
Back at the clerks' table, the precise clerk examines Ali. "My apologies madam, I wasn't certain it would be acceptable to leave him in this state—"
His statement is interrupted by the subject of the conversation blurting out, "—isha booooy, Relshuhnt. Notsa, gerrrl..."
"Relshuhnt" glances at the inebriated man, then back to Ali with a reappraising expression. "Ah...my apologies, sir. I meant no disrespect." He pauses as if trying to remember something then suddenly reaches for one of the pitchers on the table and begins to pour beer from it into one of the mugs on the table.
"Please, have a drink on us for my insensitive error."
He offers the mug to Ali.
Imes raises his nearly empty mug, and nods to Armin. "Thanks for the idle banter of fights and enemies," the man says with a wicked smirk. "I always enjoy such things. Come along, Emilon. Time to see you to bed."
He winks at the android and dwarf and then drains the last of his ale. Guiding the woman out of the Dragon's Rest by her elbow, they depart into the now gentle rain still falling outside.
Miyari nods at the request to help with putting Arielle to bed, "I would be glad to help." More glad because she wants to have a conversation aside with the mysterious woman than because she is particularly good at childcare.