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</div>DeMain had not thought that he'd over-acted as Aelene's father, so it must have been that the Tavernkeep had pierced Aelene's disguise.<br/>The wink she gave Aelene during her spiel confirmed it.  Then, there was 'the spiel' itself.  Perhaps Sonja was acting, as well, but it seemed a pretty hostile act.  Fine, he thought considering the two trolls at the door, let's talk about 'reputation', then.<br/><br/>Leger passed one of the flagons to Aelene and raised his own to his lips, intending to taste but not swallow.  It was foul.  It appeared that Sonja was playing the game to the hilt.  He spat the ale onto the floor and wiped his beard.<br/><br/>"Aye!  Sonja Moonhex!" spitting out the words like he'd spat out her drink.  "Ye've quite the reputation!  Servin' goat-piss ta travellers that have already paid ye fer good ale up front!  An' yer reputation fer yer wicked ways, as well!  Why I'd give odds that ye've got double rooms to spare, but yer trying ta separate me daughter from me!  Ye plan ta take advantage o' her, don' ye?  Beguile her innocent nature and seduce this fairest flower inta yer bed with yer motherly charms!"<br/><br/>DeMain's face was the picture of righteous fury at the drink and of what his character suspected of Sonja's treatment.  His stance was confrontational.  This was a fine show that they were improvising.  He wanted to smile, but kept his face as serious as a constipated magistrate.  Who'd give up the act first?