Before the main events could take place, the large foreigner grabbed their attention for a brief introduction. Larea offered him an apologetic smile, realizing that she had in fact given the man very little time to do or say anything. She had been so wrapped up in helping Riu it didn't even occur to her how rude her actions might've been. So Ahmaht was his name? Fitting of his appearance, certainly. She had traveled very little, but Larea had read much about the different cultures of the world - even without knowing his name, he was the picture of Ahketan civilization. Larea gave him a brief curtsy as a greeting before he headed off to acquire himself a room. With that out of the way, the moment of truth..<br/><br/>Aaaaand... Success! Despite Larea's recent arrival in town not leaving her with much sway, Riu was able to prove his own value to the bartender with ease - he was a surprisingly quick writer, by the looks of it. Assuming he didn't choke up while working, he would certainly prove to be quite the asset, if the crudely-drawn scrawls currently depicting their menu were any indication. She was positively beaming when Riu looked back at her; she had already forgotten the circumstances of their meeting completely, instead focusing on how well her brilliant(ly lucky) plan worked. There was just one small caveat.. The barkeep insisted they both relax for the rest of the day, which still left Riu with no money to his name. To rectify this, Larea once again reached into her coin purse, and this time pulled out what was perhaps a slightly less difficult offer to accept - just two silver pieces, enough for food and lodging for a night. She thrust her hand forward, coins glinting in the light, with a look that dared not to be defied. She was going to help and there was nothing he could do about it.