<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4570386#msg4570386">Quote from: Miroque on 29-04-2011, 13:27:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br/>Flashing an smile to the servant boy, she just movions the table before her. Lowering his eyes, the boy places the tray there, clearly he was thinking something else, standing there.<br/><br/><strong>Arathea </strong>starts to wolf down the first hot meal in days, savoyring the sweet tastes, when the burly Arimite starts to make an rable and catch´s her attention, reminding her so well, about the Kang's chaotic ´etiquette´. Finishing her mouthful, before speaking <strong>"Sir, birds dont have fur.. "</strong> she tries to intervene, before anything more dramatic happens, cursing to herself split second after that<em> ´not my problem.. dont stick your nose to other peoples business..´</em><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Who's talking to you", one of the men bellows, obviously looking to score points in front of his mates at the expense of weakest prey around.<br/>His intentions backfire badly as the Cymrillian swordsman puts a hand on his sword's handle.<br/>"A dog that bellows too loudly can get its tongue cut off, cur", he warns him with an almost warm voice. His smile and voice, however, are as cold as ice in the Far North while he's staring in the man's eyes. "Got that?"<br/>The man tries to jump back, when his right hand visibly twitches, before releasing the handle. As he was seated, he falls over the edge of the bench instead, prompting nervous laughter from the other men.<br/>And then Kalaj decides on his course of action.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4573325#msg4573325">Quote from: Leorobin on 30-04-2011, 04:07:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'd be honored to take your offer." Kalaj places a paw on one of the chairs and glances at Adjia and the others. He is about to speak when he hears the man that got a feather in his cup speak. His ears twitch at the word, but he shows no other sign of being disturbed. The question from the woman makes him look away, he ponders it for a minute and shakes his head. Turnings towards the Dhuna, after hearing her answer, something not too sharp on her part. "He's calling me furball...And you are right they don't. Also you can't get a steak out of a bird of prey." Standing, he's taller than many and with his body he can easily scare a few from a real fight. <br/><br/>Being as collected as he is, on a good day, he glances at the Dhuna with amusement and motions to the barman before looking at the Arimite. "I apologize for my friends feather, you see, she likes to stretch her wings now and then. Please bring a new drink to the man." He leaves a moment of silence and thinks briefly, if this is one of the sarista's captors he might be able to make him speak of it..."Let him have his drink and be at ease with that." He raises his tone with a clear imply that the Arimite might be a tad too fond of alcohol.<br/><br/> He turns towards the Dhuna and offers her a swift grin as a thanks for interceding before returning taking a seat, he still keeps and eye on the Arimite.  As he sits Kalaj takes his coat of his shoulders and folds it on his leg, forgetting his queue that now rests over his shoulder and falls towards the front.<br/><br/>Kalaj brings Yume close to him and lowers his voice, whispering in the 'ear' of the nighthawk. "Look at the windows of the building and try to find the target." He raises his arm as a sign for her to fly off and returns his eyes towards the Virago. "I would never sell a friend. If I set my hands on a nighthawk for you I'll be sure to let you know then." Kalaj remembers his friends and family amongst the Jaka, maybe he could get a nighthawk fledgeling with some training through one of them.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The bird flies away, as the inn-keeper hurries to carry a cup of wine to the Jakka. The Arimite hums loudly, but it is now quite obvious the Jakka isn't lonely. And who's that girl that spoke on their behalf?<br/>He neglects the Jakka's words as he looks around. It seems he's looking around, trying to see through a window and looks at the third man Yume marked. It's almost as if he's expecting advice from him. He is still cleaning his nails with his dagger, though, seemingly oblivious to everything that happened.<br/>After fetching the wine, the inn-keeper approaches the group at the Virago's table to take their order.