The men (and a handful of women) in the tavern cheered and whistled for Missy, hoping to see her pull Ci’ona’s shawl off or pull the other woman onto a table.  The idea of the two exotic women getting physical quickly grabbed most of their imaginations, though a few were brought back to reality by slaps from their wives and partners.<br/><br/>Most of the men in the tavern where human, as with the new colonists on the ship they where the clear majority. There were halflings too here that had settled with the initial colonists and now served drinks while standing on crates behind the bar, ran food out of the kitchen to the new arrivals, or sat with their friends on a few extra cushions being served. A handful of dwarves sat together in the corner, only a few of them on the island so far, and scattered throughout the humans where the occasional pointed ear of a half elf, and one or two long pointed ears of a true elf. Sat at the bar with his back to the girls was a single bronze coloured dragonborn who growled at those next to him to shut up, knowing full well the odds the girls were going to start making out in the middle of the tavern was low.<br/><br/><br/><br/>A boy who couldn't have been older than seventeen waited silently by the table with a tray of drinks to deliver to them, but was clearly less than eager to get in the middle of intimidating looking women. He also didn't seem able to decide where his eyes should be lingering. After first being drawn to Bell's unnatural allure, and then hoping to catch Ci'ona's shawl slip to the side, he finally sets his eyes on Justine's armoured form. "Your drink, Ser" he says, serving her first and addressing her as a knight slightly awkwardly.