Ann
*It was another dull day at the Drunken Palm for the former fistfighter, who would be staring idly at the door, waiting for any customers, or some possible event to pop up for her. Her eyes drifted to the tankard she had already cleaned about six times in the past ten minutes in vain hope of distracting herself from the soul-crushing boredom. Make that seven times now, as she sighed softly, setting the tankard down, and hopped over the counter. She closed her eyes, beginning to go through her fistfighting motions. It would likely be a very unfortunate time for any passerby to come in for a drink, or perhaps a rather great moment, depending on point of view really.*
Myrtice
*The Drunken Palm was an interesting name for a bar; he had heard about drunken fighters utilizing alcohol to make their movements loose, fluid, and unpredictable, but never imagined it would theme a tavern itself. Though, he did notice that now was not the time for rush hour, so there would be no cutting purses today. Perhaps he could simply talk to the bartender instead.*

*Or he could watch her performing a kata while closing her eyes. Zed smiled, silently walking to the bar, then flipping a coin so it would land on her head lightly.*
Ann
*The woman would continue her movements, unaware of her customer until she felt the coin land on her head, and she about lost her footing, in surprise. With quick thinking, the former fist fighter would catch herself, and reached up, to take the coin off of her head, her cheeks burning a little, embarrassed to have had a customer waiting on her.*

"U-uh, welcome to the Drunken Palm, home to the finest drinks fit for a fighter in all of New Salvainia."

*She said, walking over to her counter, setting the coin down, as she hopped over the counter, offering the man a soft smile.*
Myrtice
"Hi there! Seem to be agile enough. Not every day you see a fighter serving fighters."

*Taking out a coin and rolling it over his fingers, he raises a single finger.*

"Got any wine? Red works well."

*Zed took a seat at one of the barstools, obviously taking note of the barwoman's embarrassment.*
Ann
*She smiled more as he commented on her agility, she nodded a little at the question of wine, reaching under the counter. She would take out a glass of wine, and began to pour the contents into the well-wiped tankard.*

"I like to think I'm agile enough."

*She mused with a small laugh, as she pushed the mug towards her customer.*

"But, where are my manners? I'm Katja, Katja Friesinger, though you can just call me Katja or Kat if you like."

*She added, as she got herself comfortable to make idle chatter, given the lack of business in the moment.*
Myrtice
"Katja. I'm Zed Usan."

*Zed took the mug, flipping the coin to his other hand and taking a sip.*

"That's pretty good! High quality; do you guys sell bottles by themselves as well?"

*Taking another look around, the assassin could see that they were the only two people in the room. Interesting.*

"Slow day huh? Don't see any drunken palms around here."
Ann
*She nodded, as she set the coin to the side, and she smiled a little more as he asked about the wine itself.*

"A pleasure, Zed. And we do, yeah. You want a few for the road?"

*His comment of lacking drunken palms cracked her up, and she shook her head faintly, laughing a little.*

"Ah, the name is a reference to my days as a fighter, and my love for alcohol. Well, that, and I also teach people to use their fists as weapons after closing up most days."

*She said, as she set two bottles of wine onto the counter.*
Myrtice
"Of course. I got a girl who'd love this together. Plan to have a couple romantic nights; or maybe just one if we get too drunk together. Man, I spoil her too much, but she deserves it."

*A fist fighter. Of course. That was probably why the tavern was named as it was. Zed took two more coins out of his pocket.*

"Well, let's see if you still have the reactions of one."

*Zed flicked his wrist and unbent his elbow, sending the pair of coins into the table and bouncing up near Katja.*

"So, do you teach via a class, or by demonstration?"
Ann
*She would listen to his mentioning of having a girlfriend, and she nodded a little, as she tried ot picture it in the moment, though she had little success, picturing it all, overall.*

"Sounds like she has a great man besides her then, Zed."

*She said, with a soft nod, and would watch him bring out the coins. She listened to him go to test her reaction, and she felt her instincts go for the coins bouncing towards her.*

"A little of both, really. I believe a good way to teach people to use their fists as weapons is to learn via both demonstration and class. I try to ensure on one gets really hurt, but, sometimes accidents happen, of course."

*She said, as she looked to her hands to see if her instincts and reflexes remained true in the moment, curious herself, if it had dulled with time.*