Timothy
**He picks up the figures notebook that was left on the table** "..Hm.. Must have forgot it." **He looks around, then opens the notebook and skims through it. There were beautiful clothing designs and small doodles. He smiles, setting it behind the counter just in case he comes back to pick it up.**
Jonathan
"Eugh.." **He walks out of the bathroom** "That was a mistake.." **His head felt woozy from drinking pure alcohol by accident.** "Ah, my notebook.." **He says to himself, going back over to the counter** "Where'd it go?"
Timothy
**Reshan sweeps around the tavern to give him something to do**
Jonathan
**Amaris looks around nervously, hoping someone didn't take it. Once he spotted Raeshan, he strided over to him.** "Hey.. You didn't happen to see my notebook, did you?" **He bit his lip nervously**
Timothy
**He looked up, pausing cluelessly for a second before shaking his head** "Oh! Yeah. Its behind the counter." **He walks over to the counter, pulling out his notebook.**
Jonathan
**Sighing in relief, Amaris grabs it and quickly tucks it under his underarm** "Phew! Thanks.. I didn't know what I would have done if I lost it.."
Timothy
"Sure.." **He mumbles, glancing around for a second** "Those drawings really are something. Are you a designer?"
Jonathan
**He proudly beams as he exclaims.** "Mhm! I er.. Don't really have a real job at the moment but I'm an at-home designer..?" **Uncertainty crept into his tone** "Anyways.. Your not too bad yourself! That belt was just what it needed!"
Timothy
**Raeshan's face turns scarlet as he looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't used to getting compliments** "Ah... Thanks.." **He smiles a bit.**
Jonathan
**Amaris couldn't help but find Raeshan's reaction amusing, evident in the slight smirk that played on his lips as he crossed hsi arms casually. The tension that had momentarily hung in the air seemed to dissipate, replaced by a subtle sense of camaraderie** "I'm Amaris, by the way," **He added, his voice carrying a hint of warmth.**
Timothy
**Raeshan mirrored Amaris's friendly gesture with a subtle smile, his demeanor relaxed yet guarded. "Raeshan... But I go by Kiran"**
Jonathan
**He extends his hand out for a handshake, Raeshan accepting the gesture.**

**He hesitates a bit before speaking** "How come you go by Kiran? It's not even close to your name." **His tone is curious yet respectful, reflecting a genuine interest in his name.**
Timothy
"It's my middle name!" **He quickly replied**
Clara
✏️ *As they stand in the tavern enjoying their conversation, a sudden commotion erupts from a nearby table. A group of rowdy patrons becomes increasingly unruly, their voices growing louder and more aggressive. Amaris and Raeshan exchange a wary glance, sensing the tension in the air. Teh conflict escalates when one of the patrons*
Timothy
**As Raeshan quickly rushes over to the esclating altercation. As his instincts kick in, he moves with a sense of urgency. With a mixture of authority and concern, he waves his hands frantically, yelling for them to stop.**

"Hey!-" **He takes a step forward, quickly getting pushed back by a tall, scowling man with a bushy beard and dark brown eyes.**
Jonathan
**He quickly runs over after Kiran gets shoved, grabbing Kiran's sleeve and pulling him away from them.**
Timothy
**He bites his lips nervously, watching them as the men shout at eachother aggressively. The two that were getting physical were now in a fighting stance, staring at each other.**

"Break it up!" **He shouts, slightly angry now that they were trying to fight in his tavern.**
Jonathan
"Kiran- your gonna make them even more mad-" **He talks quietly, watching the men closely**
Timothy
**The yelling was causing Raeshan to uncomfortably wince. He slightly panicked as he looked around** "What am I supposed to do!?"
Jonathan
**Amaris could sense Raeshan's discomfort. He furrowed his brows, stepping forward and pulling out his Cresent blade. Running up to the men, he points it at them with a growl** "Get the hell out!" **He scowls, staring at them** "Take your fighting somewhere else. This isn't the place." **The men stared at him for a second before looking at each other. The table seated at least 4 other men that got up, mumbling angrily as they abruptly walk out, leaving behind a large mess at the table of spilled drinks and empty plates.**
Timothy
**Raeshan watches Amaris in awe, a bit shocked. He watches them leave with a sigh of relief.**

**He walks up to Amaris, standing beside him as he looks at his knife.** "..Thanks" **He mutters, looking at the messy table**