Jacqueline
A hulking figure stepped into the doorway. Thudding footsteps sounded out in the mostly empty tavern. The few patrons in the place were either too drunk to care, or rather intimidated by the face that was just barely illuminated by the dim interior. A long trunk with a scar winding from the beginning of his cheek was the most immediately defining feature. The second was the tunic covering the man's chest, with the symbol of Anthron embroidered into it. On his back rested an ornate maul, about twice the size of the average human's head. At his hip, a war axe of solid steel. To those with knowledge of this world's pantheon, it was not hard to tell the Loxodon was a war cleric.

He took a step up to the counter, and didn't bother sitting on the stools. He'd broken enough of them on his visits to kingdoms outside of Khisfire to know that not every place was accommodating to the mass of his kin. He looked across at the tavern keep and requested a large mug of ale. Travel always left him thirsty, and even a man of the cloth liked to indulge once and a while.

Obrun's eyes then turned to the tavern around him. A life in Khisfire had taught him to be very wary of his surroundings. Thieves often thought that his size made him clumsy or imperceptive, and this was usually the moment where they found themselves surprised. Though much to the Loxodn's joy, there was nobody in his coin purse this time around. He removed a few silver from the pouch at his side and offered them up in response to the delivery of his drink. Perhaps deciding to travel to the docks first was too poor of a decision after all.
Donald
Though the tavern of seemingly crooks and thieves filled the room, what one wouldn't expect to come through those doors was a godly force. The sound of faint wings beating the air to a heavy stop could almost be heard before the doors of the Broken Barrel opened. And there stood what appeared to be an angel of sorts, standing right in center for all to see.

"Pim!- Pim..?"

*Esmee, an aasimar of light. She had been chasing her friend around all morning in the sky's after their daily patrol over the Findara capital. However, known to be a goody-two-shoes; Essme was not fond of taverns. Nor the people within it. 

The light armored woman haunted to a stop when she realized the mistake she made wondering into the wrong building. But she could have swore she saw a little white tail hurtle it's way between the doors. Her soft grey eyes widened at the life around her, causing the angel to flash a nervous grin as she wedged her way between tables to look for furry companion.*

"Pim I swear to Ygdramen If you don't-"

*Essme muttered quietly, keeping her large wings tucked in behind her. The dimness of the tavern was hard enough to see fairly anything let alone a small pegabun; but when Essme reached the front counter her eyes lifted to find Pim sneaking their way over to a large figure that stood observing the crowd with his back now turned to the drink he ordered.

With little to no time to reacted, Essme gave scolding looks to Pim and waved her hands in a panicked motion at the creature; trying to get them to scurry off before anyone saw the thieving bun. Nevertheless, Pim had a mind of her own, and unlike her owner, she was always up for thrilling adventures.

The small winged bunny crept its way along the taverns counter. Picking up crumbs and left over tidbits of food as she went. Once reaching an idle glass of something, Pim perched up on her hind legs and sniffed the aromas of the liquid, her whiskers jittering. With a twitch of her ears Pim started to crawl up the side of the glass and was about to stick her nose in, but was quickly stopped by a force of light magic in the size of a small ball.

Essme flickered her magic as if it were dust towards Prim. Not enough to harm the little bun but definitely enough to move her off the tall glass. With expert speed the angel swooped over and slyly plucked Pim from the counter, shoving her into a pouch that was holstered on the woman's hip.

Though now, Essme was doomed with talking to the big guy she nearly bumped into. And my oh my was she in for a treat.
Jacqueline
Obrun's eyes had followed the magic to the little creature that had made its way onto his mug, and then traced it to the winged figure that now stood well below him. One could forgive his sudden look of distrust, as a bait tactic similar to this was common of the thieves he knew. He moved his hand an an obvious and slow arc to rest on his war axe. A not-so-subtle message of his initial distrust. When he spoke his voice was calm. Depending on the person, this would either be comforting, or unnerving.

"Hello there, stranger. You wouldn't happen to have put your hands in pockets they don't belong in, have you?"

He questioned, cocking his head. His free hand lightly groped his coin pouch in reference to his question. He was good at teetering the border of threatening and friendly when he needed to. Though if this woman was genuinely searching for a lost pet, she would have little to truly fear. Obrun was not quick to anger or retaliate, and the patient look that washed over him as he awaited the newcomer's response conveyed this to an extent.
Donald
Essme kept her calm for the most part, her wings holding together so tight she thought her feathers would fall off. As she took a rather large- respectable step back from the man, her eyes fell up upon him as a whole. Taking in everything there was to physically know about him.

The smaller woman offered a smile that could easily show the anxiousness in the way her lips fell and twitched, she spoke with a soft tone however. Holding her own as she continued to hold Pim in her pocket.

"I- me? No no, you've gotten me wrong sir. I'm just passing through to collect my Pegabun. She seems to have an eye for disobeying-"

As the angel spoke she nodded down to her side where Pim's tail could be seen swishing around out of Essme's pouch. Roll her eyes, the woman went on. Still smiling bright enough to light the whole room.

"Apologies for the disturbance, I can order you something on the house if you'd like?"

Having much more of a heart than she needed, Essme usually spoke without thinking. She hadn't been in a tavern long enough to know the language of how these people got along, what they liked, or if buying something for someone else was even something people did. But the battle maiden was kind through and through, even in the worst of situations.

Without an answer from the stranger, Essme poked her head to the side and called over for the bartender; ordering a plethora of food. Even some for herself and Pim. As they awaited their hot meals, the drink Pim so rudely tried to take was now replaced with a much more expensive one. All paid under the angels care of course.
Jacqueline
Obrun watched in almost dumbstruck disbelief at what had just been done. His coin pouch hadn't felt much lighter than before. Even if she *Had* Stolen from him, there was no way she would have taken enough coin to then turn around and pay for expensive drinks and food and still expect to turn a profit. He couldn't stifle the urge that had come over him to laugh. It was certainly a more extreme response than he expected, but not in any bad way. His hand fell from its ready position on his war axe, and he turned his head and picked up the new drink that had been given to him with his trunk. He inspected the cup thoroughly. Diving magic sparked off of his eyes for a moment as he inspected the glass, and then he took a drink. Letting a relieved sigh leave his lips. When he next spoke, his tone was far more friendly in tone.

"Well. The gesture is appreciated, but you didn't need to go to such lengths to apologize for something you hadn't done."

He transitioned the cup from his trunk to his hand in a fluid motion, and took another sip. This was certainly a far sight stronger than the ale he ordered, so he would have to moderate a bit more.

"Since you've shown me such a courtesy, I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Obrun Bontuzh. Cleric of Anthron. You are...?"