The barkeep nodded at the woman’s request, “coming right up.” As he bent down to grab a glass he heard Diego call for more drinks at his table. He popped back up above the counter with multiple mugs in hand instead, placing in a line before pouring mead across all of them, filling them all in one shot, save for one which he filled with a different ale entirely. He slid one glass to Loretta and gave the rest to a waitress to bring to the table gamblers. Giving both the waitress and Loretta a smile, he moved on to help the rest of his patrons, one of which was the musician. He simply nodded, giving Donovan a slight chuckle to his joke before disappearing into the kitchen, returning with a plate of chicken and a side of potatoes, “piping hot, freshly cooked. Enjoy, my good man.”<br/><br/>While Donovan was given his meal to feast on, the girl he had been paying attention to decided that she had had enough of the happy atmosphere. Without a word to her friends, she chose to retire for the night, quietly leaving the tavern to head on to her empty home.<br/><br/>Not far from where he sat, however, was indeed the scantily clad woman making daring eyes at the whispering gentleman. As soon as they finished their brief staring contest, he focused his attention back to his friends, nodding in her direction. The group laughed, not intending to be quiet for that moment as the multitude of devious chortling echoed across the tavern, mixing with the rest of the more wholesome noises. The man who made eyes with Loretta stood from his seat, saying one last thing to his friends before finding an empty stool just next to her, taking a seat, “hey there. You alone tonight, sweetie?” The man held a less than innocent smile on his face. His short, unkempt, and patchy beard made the expression even less flattering. “If you’d like, you can join us over at our table. I know my friends and I would show you a....really great time.” He took his time saying the last few words spoken, his hand reaching for her unarmed thigh all the while, sliding his palm up underneath her cloak. His grin widened with his movements.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, at the card table, the rich gentleman laughed brightly, his deep voice vibrating from his chest, at Diego’s joke, “well, I didn’t bring much with me tonight, but I don’t see why I can’t help those who need from me.” He gave a charming smile as he reached for his cards. Upon first glance at the low cards in his hand, his expression didn’t change much, but he did hum a bit in disapproval. “These are nice cards...” he commented lowly, appreciating the deck, as he took one of his gold coins and threw it into the middle of the table, playing his hand anyway. “Most people of my status of wealth, yes.” He agreed with Diego’s observation, “but I am not like most. In fact, I frequent this place quite a bit.” He gave him a wink as the waitress came by with their drink order, handing everybody a mug of mead and the different drink to the lord. He flashed his dashing smile at her, “send my thanks to Teren.” Teren, the barkeep, knew the man’s usual order and made sure to provide it when he first saw him walk into the bar. He handed her two gold coins, one for her to keep, and the other to give to the bartender. The waitress responded with a smile in kind, her cheeks blushing a bit as she turned to bring the drink tray, and the second gold coin, to Teren. Turning his attention back to Diego, he asked him, “what about you? I know it’s been a little while since I last visited here, but your face is definitely new.”