Kristen
*Katachan would be looming over a counter with her eyes set on a barrel of ale. The oriate is a giant in her own right, being almost 6'3" Feet in height, thus making the bartender slightly nervous especially since she accidentally had a rather intense face as she continued to stare it down. It didn't help that she took her two handed mace and dropped it with a thud and sat down as well with it, drawing a few attendants eyes.* "Could I have that whole barrel? Pretty please! I'll give you a good share of silver, I just want my drink!" *She'd literally reach over the counter and shake the bartender, as if she was asking for a crime to be committed.*
Stephen
*A new man entered the inn, clothed in strange garments and... Carrying a large bag and a few books. Educated? Anyways, he seemed rather handsome for someone of his race, having a light complexion, golden hair, and blue eyes. Obviously someone who didn't go outside enough!

He sat himself at the corner of the counter, requesting for... Just a simple pint of beer... Or whatever alcohol they had. 

Upon closer inspection, he seemed to be wearing a belted plaid, a strange woolen tunic, some weapons, and well... A sock knife!*
Kristen
*The bartender would be shook around for a good minute until he finally submitted to her demands, having one of their lads bring it up to the counter to which Katachan would then slam down at least four hundred silver for it and took a mug with her. The oriate would be slightly... Drooling and chuckling quietly to herself until she noticed the stranger who had sat himself at the edge of the corner... If he had good senses... He would sense* ***Danger.***

*Katachan would stumble over to him with at least a hundred and sixty pound keg of ale and sat it down beside of him.* "Hi friend! How do you do! I'm Katachan Husen, local blacksmith and adventurer! Would you care for a round of ale with me?" *The bartender and other patriots would give him worrisome looks as the Oriate looked down at him with a rather gentle face and her dark blue eyes rather sparkling in the light of the tavern. She was almost like a giant puppy... A giant puppy who could break someone's spine in a solid hug.*
Stephen
*Flinch. He was trying very hard to not... Look at the woman. Once she acknowledged him, he turned to her with an uneasy smile... Obviously trying to think about... What to say. What can he say? He is practically paralyzed in fear* 

"U-Uh hello! I'm quite well... I'm an artefact hunter."

*He said, feeling as if he had to return the greeting. He was obviously nervous about this, not exactly wanting confrontation at the moment* 

"I don't think... I should drink too much. I'm sorry"
Kristen
*Her mouth would drop slightly revealing several large canines that seemed rather threatening, but it was more so the tight grip that landed on his shoulder that would likely be the most fearsome thing about the situation. But it seemed that her mouth only opened slightly out of disappointment at the time as she shook him a bit... Which felt kind of rough even though she was trying to do it gently.* "Oh come on! It's free! Even artefact hunters have to drink a little bit or they'd lose their wit about it!"

*Her voice was portraying a gentle tone as her jackal like ears dropped and she continued to 'GENTLY' shake him.* "Please! I'll pay you if I have to! No one else will drink with me here!" *She whined out and her grip almost felt like it could break something if it continued to maintain itself.* "You don't even have to drink a lot, just one round! I need friends!" *Some of the patrons were... Visibly exiting the tavern as her loud whines continued... Either for safety or to save their ears the trouble.*
Stephen
*He looked around, seeing patrons leave... He then sighs, simply doing this just for this stranger and... Well, the people who had to endure this.

He really didn't want her to pay for his drinks. He can more than afford his own drink... But he thought to himself, 'wait... I'm a light weight. I'm going to die.'* 

"Fine, just one round. But please, keep it down... You're bothering the other patrons." 

*He said, requesting for some alcohol. He was obviously nervous. He was being held captive! What was he supposed to do?!*
Kristen
*Katachan would pop the cork in the tap of the keg and poured out a solid mug filled shot of ale and laid it out in front of him.* "Oh, I'm not bothering them, they're just mad that I splattered one of their buddies 'seed container' and tossed him around a bit after he didn't treat me like a lady." *One of the patrons... Shuttered and more left while some mouth out prayers toward the stranger and some of the more iron-willed stayed to finish their drinks.*

"But thanks again buddy!" *She'd pat him on the back almost knocking the wind out of him and took an ungodly gulp from her mug and filled it up even more... The oriate would be rather calm now and their whining at least stopped.* "So, what kind of stuff are you hunting for again?" *She spoke over to him softly with a bit of a wisp with her dialect.*
Stephen
*Cough cough. He was just in the middle of drinking his beverage... He took a moment to breath and... Recollect what he did in his life. He... Was born... He was raised and educated... And he was told to explore. Yikes. Boring life. 

He himself had an accent. One that's not exactly commonly heard. This could be because he is the last handful of people who speak his language... And the last few people from his Ethnic group. Sad!*

"Artefact.. Hunter. I hunt artefacts to study and write books about... I'm a scholar of history"
Kristen
*The oriate gave him a rather pleasing smile when she heard that he was a scholar of history, but yikes, a few of her canines were showing... Probably more signaling that he was about to be eaten if anything in his eyes.* "Oh that's good! Hey, would you want some information on my family? It's the trade and blacksmith house of Husen." *She stated with a lively voice and took another gulp from her ale... Actually she didn't even come up for air this time, just downing the entire thing like it was nothing as she refilled it again.*

"Ah! Good stuff!" *She spoke out and continued to look the man over for the time being with her pupils narrowing somewhat. The oriate would also sit back down her mace and leaned back in the chair trying to stretch out with no avail due to her height.*
Stephen
"U-Uh maybe another day! I have... To disappear. Something has come to my mind. Please excuse me"

*He said, standing up and... Running off to do something. Most likely run off so he may not die. He was rather fast too! 

But anyways, I have to disappear because something large happened and kinda need to fix it*
Kristen
*Katachan would depart as well... Given that she scared off most of the patrons and the stranger she was speaking with.*