From her position on the floor, Parin felt some slight confusion. Instead of fox stew being served tonight, the owner of the brothel appeared amused by Mirri's interjection. The fey creature settled on W'ineton's offered palm. Her wings growing still while she sat like cobra, looking at the Aviari's face with rapt attention. Beaming at Winnie's words, the snake-like fae stuck her naked chest forward, striking a pose as Winnie looked over the fay who obviously enjoyed the attention given to it.<span style="color: green">"Mirri is Mirri! Is best name, giant-man says so! And he's right!" </span>The fey waved in direction of Ogun while the titanic man pushed through the drunk crowd like an icebreaker though shelf ice.<br/><br/>Parin didn't even have time to react to the thundering steps behind her, before with that odd sensation of weightlessness she was back on her feet again, if a little unsteady. While her saviour was far from a prince, and lacked an assortment of knights, the giant's aid still left her blushing softly, and quietly admiring of the man's strength. Between the W'ineton and Ogun, both of whom where at least twice her size, Parin felt more than a little intimidated as she answered Winnie's question.<span style="color: blue">"Ummm, sorry, I'm P-Parin Sevarine of the Tyrus line, a hill clan from... far away from here. The fey's named Mirri, like she said." </span>Parin's voice gained strength and confidence as she talked. Big as he might be, the giant seemed to be intent on at least protecting her from any repercussion's the Vulpari's stumbling might have had. She wasn't certain of what motivated the strange, armored man with his sharp voice, but she was grateful nonetheless.<br/><br/>The conversation was quickly interrupted however, as a commotion formed nearby. Parin hadn't caught the details of what's going on, but one of the brothel's more intimidating guards was keeping two men apart. One of which Parin recognized as the rather energetic man that had swooped in between her and the giant. Already a circle of half-drunk men had formed around the three, throwing remarks in order to encourage the fight. However, the boisterous excitement was quickly ended when W'ineton got up and strode over with a grace and confidence that could've shaken a king with it's steadfastness. The watchers swiftly returned to their business, pretending nothing had happened while the Aviari stated her ultimatum to Zephyr. While brawls were usually of interest to Mirri, the fey preferred to stay close to Parin, so took flight as soon as W'ineton had stepped away from the foxling. Landing back on Parin's shoulder, the fey watched Winnie disassemble the situation while Parin turned her attention to Ogun, her fox ears raised up a little.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Ah, thanks for the help, in the commotion there I didn't catch your name, mister...?"</span>She said with a smile as the Vulpari slowly regained her mental balance despite the noise and sights throwing her off.<span style="color: blue">"I've never seen anyone bear armor quite like yours, nor possessing of a voice that...you know."</span>Parin spoke in a questioning tone, angling for an explanation as she could no longer keep her curiosity quiet, rude as her interest might be.<br/><br/>As for the fey dust, it would be hard for the iron giant to make a proper analyzation of the strange glittering powder as the energy-rich dust faded quickly into nothingness. As if it was made of nothing more than light and energy given a brief solid existence.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>