Brenda
"There is one. Adelmar. I think he's the son in law? He's a hot wife, but I've heard she's a bitch. From what I know, he's commanding a lot of troops. He'll most likely look to screw around in the area for quite a while."

*Livio took another large swig of the beer. It was stronger than most, yet not quite at the level of any high level whiskeys. Still, it was good.*

"Upper. Served in the army there, and fought in the war that's still going. And now, well, I'm here."

*The mercenary raised an eyebrow upon Katja mentioning she was in the army.*

"You were in the Salvanian army? Did you see battle at all? And I'd think they'd like to spar with weapons, no?"
Frances
*She listened, with a nod. Making mental notes of what he said in regards to this Adelmar. She smirked a little when she heard the comment of hot wife, but bitchy, as she found it a little humorous.*

"I notice you said, served. So you're no longer associated with the Upper Mentian Army. I'm guessing there's a story there of your own?"

*She nodded a little, when he asked about her own service.*

"I served for a few years. Never saw anything beyond petty banditry, or deserters myself. And this was off-the-books sparring. Ways to unwind if you had trouble in the unit, just beat the issues out of eachother. Leave minimal damage, so they can do their job next day, that sort of thing. Was more my style than blades or polearms personally."
Brenda
"Not anymore. A story for another time. Or maybe if I'm drunk enough."

*The white haired hunter sat back, remembering his time in the army. Sure it wasn't the best of times, but hanging out with buddies was nice.*

"Ah, I was never a melee guy myself. I used an Arbalest. I know some are being phased out for the new gunpowder weapons. I'm not sure what I feel about them. They take way too long to reload."

*Livio liked her style. Direct, with no true long lasting ill intent. Only long enough to solve it.*

"I guess it's helped a lot managing this place then, eh?"
Frances
*She watched him sit back, and muse on memories he kept to himself, with a nod.*

"Never could shoot worth a shit to save my life, personally. Though I think those gunpowder weapons are more a weapon of fear, than of practical use."

*She joked a little, cracking a smile, as she thought of the stories she had heard of those weapons, finding herself mostly agreeing with the hunter.*

"It helps when I have a drunk who thinks they're all that, or gets a bit too handsy with anyone else. You'd be surprised how many people let loose once drunk. Or can just lose their temper."

*She added, leaning forward, as she casually gestured to a corner table, where a moody male Brayer sat, drinking alone, as he tore into a meal.*

"Take that one over there. He's got a real mean streak. Moocifer's his name. Once tried to ambush a Kemonomimi Chef in the streets because he got banned from her place after having a tantrum. She apparently bested him, and the mercenaries he hired soundly, and knocked him into the river. When he ain't angry though, he's a pretty good guy. Supposedly helps out around one of the churches where the poor gather, for any sort of help; Monetary, food, clothes, water and such."

"Least, that's what I've heard. As for running the other half of the place, well, its my own way I can burn some frustration or stress. And that's done well enough for me."
Brenda
*Livio thought about what he was like when drunk, then decided against it and took another sip. Only a quarter left. He was hoping to maybe get handsy; shame. The mercenary looked to the Brayer Katja gestured to; he seemed to be quite able-bodied if he didn't say so himself.*

"Hah! Got bested by a chef? For all big he is, maybe he sucks as a fighter. Did he lose his family jewels or something?"

*Livio thought a little more.*

"Though, maybe the chef was really strong or something."
Frances
*She watched the look the hunter before her had, amused, and let off a little laugh of her own in the moment. She shook her head a little.*

"A few different stories I've heard, say it differently. One I heard from another tavern owner, before he left for another country was that he had a squad of six Brayers from the Salvainian Military present at his place. They were enjoying some steak and burgers apparently. I think that's a bit... Almost canniballistic since they're kind of likes cows themselves, but I digress. According to him, this Oni stepped in, and was looking for a fight."

*She poured someone's requested ale, sliding it down the bar to them, before continuing.*

"They eventually end up fighting, the five squaddies charge in, and got defeated petty handedly. He charges in, and got not only his horns dehorned, but he got punched below the belt and well... He hasn't had any children. Whether or not its related I can't be sure. But, after that day my friend, the tavernkeep sold his place, his home, and left Salvainia forever."

"As for the chef, I heard she walloped those mercenaries pretty good, slamming one into a wall, and knocking Moocifer there into a local river, where he was pulled down, for about twenty minutes or so. Lucky to be alive if you ask me, falling in a river clad in armor."
Brenda
*Livio nodded and listened, and was finally revealed that he indeed lose his family jewels.*

"Oh. Oh dear. Now I feel bad... I can't imagine what life would be like like that."

*The beer now empty, the white haired man scratched his head.*

"Wow. I would just quit after that. Sivne and Sonja would never let me live that down..."

*The hunter slides the empty glass back to Katja.*

"This is some good stuff, but why don't we go a little stronger?"