Undol was in a very bad mood. Of course, helping out Mirana in the bar usually left him in a bad mood, unless something changed it. Actually, quite often, he did find something to alleviate his bad mood -- he had gotten on good terms with quite a few regulars in the bar, even with a few of the predatory patrons who eyed him hungrily. Undol could only imagine, however, that the only reason why he was able to speak to them was because they viewed him as Mirana's prey -- it would be dishonorable to steal someone's food, after all. Remove that barrier...Undol shook his head, not wanting to think about it.<br/><br/>Several things had worsened his mood today. He really didn't want to work today, having gotten a bad feeling. As soon as he protested, however, Mirana had plopped him into her mouth, leaving him dangling between the edge of freedom and swallowed for a while. When she had taken him out, they were at the bar, so he was really left with no choice but to stick around. His skin still felt irritated from the dried saliva.<br/><br/>The second thing that had worsened was the large fox animal that had accompanied an unfamiliar woman in the bar. The only thing that had threatened his life more than Mirana's playfulness was animals -- they weren't as likely to feel respect for Mirana's "claim" on her prey. He shook his head again, snapping out of his thoughts.<br/><br/>Undol gripped the top of Mirana's shirt as his usual sitting spot on her shoulder bounced along with her steps. None of the usual patrons Undol made small talk with were here, so he mostly placed his concentration on helping out Mirana with his hand of the mage amulet. While Undol himself couldn't even hope to begin lifting a glass filled with some ale with his own physical strength, he could lift up to 15 pounds with that magic item by concentrating on his amulet. The magic item producing a telekinesis effect of sorts. The amulet looked rather grotesque, like a tiny mummified elf's hand, but it did the trick.<br/><br/>Mirana was quite busy, Undol helping her out with his amulet's telekinesis when he could. He ignored the gazes of the strangers that looked at him hungrily. As Mirana was filling some tankards, she complained to him, "I don't think I've ever had my butt slapped too much...Ugh, I wish they would just leave. The place is normally soooo much more lively. Ugh..."<br/><br/>Undol slammed the back of his hand against the side of Mirana's chin with a large amount of his strength, though it only felt like a light poke of a finger to Mirana. "I don't want to hear that from the person who forced me to be here by keeping me in her mouth." Undol often spoke roughly with Mirana, though at this moment it was half-sarcastically, half-serious. He added, "I know what you mean, though. I don't really like the crowd tonight."<br/><br/>As Mirana and Undol continued to work a woman's voice called out that broke their normal routine of things. "Could I get two orders of roasted chicken please?"<br/><br/>Mirana turned, along with Undol's field of vision. His gaze centered on a woman and her animal companion. "Goddamit," he muttered to himself, not even loudly enough for Mirana to normally hear. He didn't really want to deal with the woman who had brought the animal that left him in a bad mood.<br/><br/>Mirana walked over to the woman, talking to her. Undol looked away, trying to ignore the two, hoping Mirana would finish up with what was beginning to sound like a ridiculous sounding conversation. He gazed around the bar, trying to see if he spotted anything interesting. (Spot: 1d20 + 9: 6 + 9 = 15)<br/><br/>Suddenly, his attention was pulled away from the rest of the bar as the woman said to him, "Well hello there, Aren't you an adorable little thing. Never really seen much of your kind. Hope she's taking care of you."<br/><br/>He focused his gaze on the woman. He stood up from his sitting position on Mirana's shoulder, brushing himself off. He really couldn't avoid the duo now. Despite the annoyance at having to deal with her on top of the shamefulness of being called adorable, he worked up his usual will to deal politely with strangers. He offered a friendly (but fake) smile, bowing to the woman, keeping her fox companion in view of the corner of his eye. "Its a pleasure to meet you, ma'am. Indeed, my friend here has been taking good care of me. I don't believe I've seen you and your friend in these parts before. May I ask where you hail from?"<br/><br/>It would be impolite to not engage in at least a little bit of conversation, Undol thought to himself shortly after he had finished those words. The woman seemed friendly enough despite her companion, so maybe he could find some relief from the stress of the day this way. Her form also seemed to possess a sense of exotic beauty. Taking those thoughts in, he began to feel the urge to engage in normal conversation rather than just fake politeness.