"You have a fly in your soup."<br/><br/>Claramond Rothschild, standing at six feet tall, loomed over a half-orc patron of the inn at which many people were either staying to lick their wounds and rest or getting a bite to eat, or as was most common amongst the patrons, getting plastered. The half-orc she spoke to seemed like a nice enough fellow, largely minding his own business as he supped his beef stew. While Claramond wore a mithral breastplate with matching gauntlets and greaves, his armor was simpler, being a brigandine with a heavy leather kilt, letting him avoid the usual stereotypes of his kind being oafish barbarians by sporting a bit of class. He even used a sword in place of the axes most orcs and orc-kin were infamous for wrecking face with, it being an arming sword with a somewhat slender blade. Having his hair pulled into a ponytail and keeping his beard well-trimmed, his entire look screamed 'humble, yet tasteful', which really just labeled him as someone who was trying too hard for those who bothered thinking about it. He seemed polite enough as he blinked at the insect that was brought to his attention, grunted his thanks, then specifically picked out the fly and popped it into his mouth. Her eyebrows disappeared behind the wavy blonde mess that was her hair, hanging slightly into her face. "Well, at least it's not in your soup anymore."<br/><br/>"Mmhm."<br/><br/>Her daily good deed done, Claramond scanned the room for where the rest of the party had gone. There was a slight haziness to everything, mostly because of the smoke that hung about the ceiling. It wasn't low enough to choke anyone, even ones such as herself and her sister Uwa, but sufficient for interfering with the light from the high-placed lamps that gave everything a warm, golden glow. She spotted Gia by her oddly-colored hair, charcoal black with ash-white stripes, pulled into a tight bun. From there, she could see where the other two, her sister Uwa and their relatively new companion, Michael. The warrior-woman waded between the tables and patrons, even barely grazing a buxom dwarven barmaid- '<i>Don't stare at her boobs, Clara. You don't need to make things any more awkward'</i>- who was carrying six tankards of mead on the way there. Taking a seat between Uwa and Michael at their table by a far wall, Claramond looked at the drinks that had been ordered already. Mead for herself and Uwa, dark red wine for Gia, and...<br/><br/>Well, she didn't get much of a chance to see what Michael had gotten because Uwa began chiding her as soon as she sat down. "Must you bother yourself with everybody's trifles?" grumbled the magus. "He even ate the fly after you told him, the man is just mocking you at this point."<br/><br/>Gia took a sip of her wine. "I doubt that he was mocking her, Uwa. Some people just have strange tastes," she said, her voice being rather quiet. Like her skin and hair, even her words could have been described as ashen, having a faint grittiness, but otherwise very light and calm.<br/><br/>Uwa huffed a bit before conceding and changing the subject of their conversation to the task at hand. The village they were in, a town called Gottside, had problems with a bully named Elyan Jernigan and his own gang of lackeys. He frequented the inn, known as The Drowsing Dragon, and was an arse in general to everyone, starting fights, taking drinks from people, and harassing the barmaids and waitresses. The innkeeper had promised the four adventurers free room and board for a week and a night of food and drink on the house if they could rid Elyan and his crew of their bravado and put them back in their places. He'd made sure that the guards would look the other way when it came to the brawl, but he could promise them nothing if they started using their weapons. "His lot, according to the innkeeper, consists of three men, an elf, and a halfling. While I worry not about the rest of them, the halfling is what bothers me. He had to do<i>something</i>impressive to get with a group of larger folks, and I'm not entirely sure I want to know what that thing is," recapped Uwa. Gia gave a nod and added, "We'll find out soon enough."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>