His eyes were still focused intently at his plate when Archane plopped herself down at his table. Bayek had half a mind to educate her on the usage of proper etiquette and manners, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. He chose, instead to comment on them briefly, then allow her to get to the point of the meeting.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> "Have your people no use for manners or did you simply forget yours? Perhaps you assumed that, based on my nature, they weren't important. Whatever the reason, I have already started eating, so I suggest you speak your thoughts quickly if you wish to finish before me."</span>Bayek didn't use a rude tone, necessarily, but it was clear that he was annoyed by what he considered to be her lack of respect. It wasn't the manners, or lack thereof, that bothered him really; he could take them or leave them if he was being honest. It was just the way she had acted with him up to that point that made him feel not so motivated to assist in whatever venture she wished to embark upon. Besides, Bayek was content in the work he did, even if the world hated him. He refused to let those who hate discourage him from doing what he could to safeguard their future. True he collected fees for his services, but nothing was free, especially for him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Oh, what a lovely voice you have, and a beautiful face to go with it. So this is the, er... appointment, hmm?" </span>Sheena cocked her head to the side, her aging hands planted on her hips in mock disapproval. She couldn't keep up the rouse for very long; she could not bluff her way out of a classroom for hatchlings.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Oh dear, forgive me. Just a but of humor for this old goat. He is about as sour as they come. What can I get you, love?"</span><br/><br/>Bayek simply rolled his eyes as he contined to eat. It was only his first plate, so Archane still had time to weave her tale before he finished. Not lost on him, however, was the lack of gold she carried. He may have only been a half-breed, but he still had the nose for treasure. He knew how much money everyone in the inn carried on them, and it took no small amount of discipline and self-control to keep himself from killing everyone for it. A dragon's lust for treasure was very powerful.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Fill her stomach, Sheena. She has traveled far, and very lightly."</span>The older woman knew exactly what that meant, and only nodded to him. It wasn't generosity that caused him to do such a thing, nor did he wish anything for it. But his nature was to help when he could, and in that case, he could.