Ryan
"Not just fist fighters. Any mage who wants a good melee weapon, and casting in melee. What?"

*Diao caught the smirk seeping through Horace's lips, and she gave him a small glare. Nothing serious though. The elf did take notice of Horace's special table; it was better than the rest. So this was the power of money, huh? Diao took a seat, adjusting the chair to the proper distance, crossing her legs.*

"Just tea for me, thanks. Can't have alcohol."

*Diao sounds disappointed at the fact.*
Maureen
*The waiter nods, and the elf waves them away.*
"Hm... I'll stick to more conventional methods. If I had to harm someone at range, a throwing knife, or even one of those new bolter things would be preferred."

*Not that Horace ever found someone who could stay out of his range for long.*
"Can't drink? Why's that?"
Ryan
"Ah, a darter? I've been looking into one of those as well."

*Not that she had much use for one; with this new discovery, she could probably launch entire lances of metal.*

"I'm already sick. That's why I was drinking the tea earlier; it's medicine. I can't stress my body further with alcohol. Believe me, I want some. I just... Choose not to anymore."

*Ever since her sickness had been triggered, she had to cut off certain foods. Less sugar. Less alcohol. In general, it was suffering. Only her work helped her stay focused.*