Myrtice
"Ah, only comparatively. I'm lucky to have her."

*Zed's eyebrow rose as he saw Katja catch both coins. Not bad for a 'former' fighter. He also wasn't entirely sure on how these classes worked; he had never attended one himself. Everything he had learned through reading and practice. He had had some experience from assaulting random people at night for money, but never truly devoted his craft to unarmed combat.*

"So what time does this place close?"

*Zed took another long sip of the wine, enjoying the flavor.*
Ann
"Well, it sounds like you're both pretty lucky to have each other. Which says a lot for the people I normally hear about. Its amazing the amount of people who will lend an ear to the one serving their drinks. Though, I suppose I can't complain, it makes great business."

*She would set the coins back down, rather impressed with her reactionary skill since she wasn't all that back into the swing of testing her limits so much anymore. She thought about the way she taught her classes, rubbing her chin a little, as she thought over everything.*

"I usually close later in the afternoon, but with today being as...*Lively* As it is, perhaps I should close early, maybe I'd see more new blood in the classes for once."

*She would stretch a little.*

"But, enough about me, tell me about yourself, Zed?"

*She asked, being rather curious as it was.*
Myrtice
"Alcohol typically leads to talking, or the spilling of secrets."

*Afternoon? That was interesting; a lot of bars tended to be active late at night. Did perhaps people drink in class? If so, The Drunken Palm would surely live up to its name.*

"Ah, me? I'm just a simple woodcarver. It's quite a versatile profession. People come for knife handles, fixing of weapon shafts, ornamentals, toys, and all other things. You'd be surprised the price people pay for these kinds of things; hence why I can afford these. Used to be a farmhand before I began branching out."

*Zed considered staying in order to see the class; he wondered how his own skills matched up.*

"How many people attend the classes?"
Ann
"I suppose it does. I once heard someone say that when drunk, you were more prone to speaking from the heart than you were sober. Perhaps there is some inherent truth to it."

*She remarked, scratching her chin a little, as she thought. She had never really thought of it being true, just something people said. But, it certainly was making sense in her mind now.*

"A woodcarver? That's a pretty interesting career if you ask me. I know a lot of people who have their personal daggers and such decorated, and making items can certainly be a nice source of coin. Former farmhand huh? One of my cousins farms, bit of a brat from what I hear about him."

*She would smile when he asked about her class, and she thought for a moment, for the consistent number of peoplei n her classes.*

"On any given day? I have a consistent three students, but sometimes I can have as many as ten. It really just depends on how busy life makes them, as a lot of those I teach work in the mornings. I only just started classes a little over a month ago though, so we'll see if it is really worth keeping up."