Frances
*It was a rather cool evening breeze at **The Drunken Palm**. The bar & fisticuffs school of one Former Mentian citizen, Katja. She had just finished a rather longer than intended lesson, as those attending did not seem to be doing well in the lesson. Wiping herself down with a towel, she glanced towards the front doors, seeing a small gathering of people, and she sighed, hopping over inot her bar counter, and cleared her throat.*

"Alright, *Boys* Come get your ale."

*She said, with a small laugh, as the small crowd came to get their drinks, scattering to the tables and chairs being put back into place by the now finished students of the day. She took the moment of peace to look over the crowd to see if she could spot any interesting visitors for the day, and if anyone present was going to be a potential problem.*
Brenda
*Finally. He needed a drink. The Drunken Palm was certainly an odd name for a bar, but he had heard that the owner also doubled as a teacher of martial arts. Not that big of a deal. Bars were meant for drinking. Though, they could act as their own bouncers. That would be useful.*

*What Livio was not expecting was an athletic blond, and one with a __nice__ body at that. She seemed to be fresh from training; this certainly caught Livio's attention.*

*Though maybe not as tall as some others, his gaze and his strength allowed him to the forefront of the bar, earning him a prime seat at the front. His amber eyes shined like gold coins, just like the one he moved around his fingers.*

"How's a story and a drink for a little gold?"

*Livio flipped the coin over along with a wink.*
Frances
*The blonde would run a hand through her hair, as she turned her head towards one of the customers at the front. She would watch him flip the coin over, and a smirk of her own formed in the moment.*

"Someone just get paid from a tough job?"

*She asked with a small laugh, as she moved to face her patron, and nodded.*

"What kind you want? I got everything from Silnarian Whiskeys to Dezabian Wine, and a bit of everything in-between. As for stories... That'll depend what you want to hear."

*She added. She had a vague Mentian accent, like she grew up in the splintered country, though its worn away, likely from years away from the fractured country. Too broken to really say where she lived.*

"Katja, by the way."
Brenda
"Not yet, just preparing for one. I like to get a good drink and a night with a pretty lady before I go off for a job. How about something strong? Wine's a little too too elegant for my tastes. And, hm... Anything. Rumors, tall tales, legendary gear, romance... Anything works."

*Livio smiled as he rested an arm on the bartop. Katja's accent seemed familiar, somewhat close to his own. It was only a trace, but the hunter was quite perceptive.*

"I'm Livio. Are you Mentian? Your accent has just a tad of it in there."
Frances
*She would nod as he spoke of his usual preferences before a job, and she smirked as he asked about something strong. She began to pour a brew from a barrel behind her, as she thought of any rumors and such. A few came to mind.*

"Let's see..."

*She turned back around, setting the glass down. It was mostly full, and just the right amount of foam.*

"Let's try an Arzidani Beer. Most people I know like a good strong, Dwarvish drink, to start with. As for any stories... Well, I heard about a young mercenary here in Salvainia is always looking to hire more arms. Seemed to have angered the Baron of the Seidellia Barony. I also heard there were these two foreign women who travelled the lands, one armed with a rusted katana, that could transform in the blink of an eye into the shape of a mighty fang in a sword-form, think they've left the continent based on what I heard about them last though."

"I was born here in Salvainia, but my family raised me in Mentia for a good chunk of my childhood. We eventually came back though."