[Spot 1d20 (18) + 10 = 28, pass]<br/><br/>Sherani notices a subtle shift is Jenzik's expression as she introduces herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Do I know him from somewhere? Nah... I'd remember a guy like him. Maybe he's heard of my Mom and Dad?</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Well, Sherani. It is quite the pleasure to meet someone so exotic in Espen. It is been beyond my wildest dreams i'd be fortunate enough to find one of the Shifter-folk within this piss-hole. I am pleasantly surprized. Perhaps, if you will excuse my boldness, we will be able to get to know each other better...later."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Ah, well..." Sherani's face reddens at Jeznik's forwardness, unsure of how to respond- the same thought had crossed her mind, but she wasn't about to admit it just yet.<span style="font-style: italic">Ack... I gotta be careful before</span>he<span style="font-style: italic">starts playin'</span>me.<span style="font-style: italic">better change the subject.</span><br/><br/>"I dunno if I'd go quite that far... I mean, the people ain't exactly great, but it's a damn sight better in ton than on the roads. At least nobody's been dumb enough to try an' jump me here!" She flexes her arms, showing off her toned physique.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"SERVING WENCH? TWO OF YOUR MOST EXPENSIVE DINNERS. NOW."<br/>"My apologies. Cannot keep either of us waiting, now can we? I do hope you enjoy your meal."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>[assuming the Listen DC was for everyone: Listen 1d20 (19) +10 = 29, pass]<br/><br/>Sherani winces at Jeznik's sudden bellow- from where she's sitting, it's practically deafening. She's about to dress him down for it when her ears pick up something else- a clatter from the kitchen, followed by a pained groan. Something about the racket puts her on edge- she's heard dropped pans and muttered curses from the back before, but he'd have to dump an entire shelf of dishes on his head to make that much noise on his own.<br/><br/>On the one hand, it might be nothing- cooks drop things, and as long as it's not her meal it's none of her concern. On the other...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mirana.</span>Although Sherani knows absolutely nothing about the waitress beyond her name, but she seems like a decent kid- she's one of maybe three people in town who hasn't treated the shifter like dirt, which by Sherani's count makes her a friend. She's headed for the kitchen to place their order right now; if there's something going on, she's going to walk right into it.<br/><br/>[Bluff 1d20 (10) - 1 = 9]<br/><br/>"I'm going to, uh, check on our food, okay? Wanna make sure it gets cooked right..." Sherani pushes her chair aside and makes a beeline for the kitchen door.