Corey
Belladonna of Taemar
Local tavern in Hexrakes, Ibethiel

She nodded and followed his lead towards the table. Something was off, his looks didn't match the costs of staying the night in the tavern, but yet here he was. Might be a gambler? She was curious.
She reached the man's table, despite the wave of drunk dancing and celebrating patrons they had to cross. With a couple subtle movements of her hand she kept the spilled drinks away from the dark green silk of her dress. When she's finally at her new seat, she signals the barmaid to come and turns to the man.
She stared at him for a moment, trying to guess who he was or where did he come from. His accent wasn't from here, that was for sure, and his actions demonstrated he might have been from one of the few places where magic was tolerated. 

"May I ask the identity of my helper? You seem to be different than the local patrons, sir"

A younger version of the bartender appeared from the middle of a crowd of singing men. Her untamed dark curls were barely holding the updo she had been fixing the whole night. "What will it be miss? Same wine as per usual?"

"You know me well, Valentine. Yes, thank you" Belladonna smiled warmly at the barmaid. She had been enough times through Ibethiel to make some acquaintances "And also bring whatever this kind sir prefers to drink, please"

The black haired sorceress reached into an inside pocket of her velvet cloak and took out her small coin sack. She grabbed a couple golden coins and handed them to the barmaid.
Brian
Melkaire Amarth
Local Tavern in Hexrakes, Ibethiel

With her nod that issued her acceptance to his invitation, Melkaire turned on the ball of his heel, bringing his large, broad frame facing the direction of his table and set out with a bold march that caused some of the crowd to part for the sake of offering the man passage. The sounds of heavy footfalls were accompanied by the percussion of the sheathed sword that rattled gently against his back with his movements. 

In the midst of his walk, he came to a pause. His head turned to the side while regarding the incident involving inebriated patrons nearly spilling their drink on the woman. Eyes narrowed as he glared at the drunk patrons and quickly shifted his gaze to the woman that followed, watching as deft movements spared her clothing from becoming soaked. 

Silence governed him through his return to the table, leaving himself standing while waiting for the woman to sit. He followed suit, hand grasped at the top of his chair, pulling it back. Hands gripped at the thick leather strap, sliding it over his head and off his shoulder, setting the sheathed sword to stand and lean against the table. The palm of his hand claimed the top of the pommel, where weathered digits slowly enclosed over the top. 

Melkaire slowly lowered into his seat, casting his sights over to the woman with intrigue, watching as her hand waved a server over to their table. In the moment she stared at him, their eyes met. Thoughts wandered in regards to her— there was certainly something about her that made her different from the norm. He surmised st the time it was just her eyes, exotic as they are.

Presenting a smile, the Warrior bowed his head in a gesture of respect. "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier, I had no intentions of letting those listening in to know my name." An explanation was given as his gaze lifted once more.

"My name is Melkaire Amarth." He introduced formally, his tone taking on a sense of propriety. For all he knew, this woman was royalty. Her raiment certainly made her look the part to his perception. "I am nothing special, I assure you. Just another swordsman." A statement that expressed his humility was offered.

At the arrival of the young male, the rugged warrior turned his attention to him, observing the familiarity that was shared betwixt the two. It offered some insight regarding the woman: she was well known, and appreciated in some regard. Enough to merit the tender acknowledging her preferred drink.

When the woman motioned to him, the warrior bore a cordial smile for the sake of appearance. "Honeyed mead." He returned abruptly, offering a nod of the head. With paymentissued, the barmaid was soon off, leaving the pair alone at the table.

"You come here often, I take it." An observation.
Corey
Belladonna of Taemar
Local tavern in Hexrakes, Ibethiel

"I do. It's the best place to stay in the city. I travel constantly, so I have my proper '*Friends*' in every worthy inn" She explained as she put the sack back in a safe place "You must know how it goes, swordsman, as you look quite experienced in travels yourself" She looked back at the man, offering her hand afterwards "Belladonna of Taemar, pleasure to meet you mister Amarth"
Brian
**Melkaire Amarth
Local Tavern in Hexrakes, Ibethiel**

A slight furrow of brow was displayed in reaction to her words. A sound tactic- one not too different from his own, though he lacked the social graces to have any '*Friends*' all throughout the land. The most of his socializing since his ascension into adulthood had mostly been through the interaction of other sell swords and courtesans. 

"Aye." Returned the warrior with a nod of the head. Her astute observations regarding him were nothing short of impressive. She seemed to possess a knack of reading people, something he made a mental note of. 

The extension of her offered hand was met with one of his own. Callused digits enveloped a smaller hand with a firm grip, and gave a hearty shake. "An honor to meet you, Belladonna of Taemar." Melkaire greeted warmly, offering the woman a smile. "And many thanks for the drink. Gods know I could use one."