On the Porch (I'm fudging the sequence of actions slightly for continuity):<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/f0b9l.jpg)</div>Davor's comment is greeted by another slight blush from the serving girl with the sun-brassy skin.  She swallows nervously and then folds her hands before her hips, crossing them at the wrist and entwining her fingers as she shrugs her shoulders forward.  "I understand.  They're just different is all, and... you showing up at the same time as those four, I thought it was quite a coincidence."<br/><br/>Swallowing and casting a look back over her shoulder, the young woman's elegant neck stretches swan-like before she turns back to the two men.  There are a couple of raucous laughs but the rest of the tavern's grown quite silent.  "There are rumors of a gem mine to the west, but some say it's flooded.  Others say it's just crystal... it's hard to say who to believe.  But those four inside are pretty much all people are talking about."<br/><br/>Ajax's swat on her ass-- throught the linen skirt, he can feel her taut cheek tense and resist the blow, and her eyes glisten with a mingle of outrage and the sting.  Obviously, she has a bit of a temper, and she shows no fear in staring him down, her jaw suddenly clenched and her hands balled into fists.  She takes up the coins from the table and stalks away, her brow furrowed with her barely contained anger.<br/><br/>*<br/>Inside the Devil Ray Cafe<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/Z5Rwy.jpg)</div><br/><br/>As Aeran strides her way over to the sailors, there's a spreading hush over the room.  "Oh, hell, here we go--" says someone in one corner, under his breath.  Then-- as much to the surprise of the townsfolk as the sailors themselves, Cloe's thin-clad and generous ass pivots its way into the wiry-legged lap of the least dirty, and most intelligent-looking, of the three men.  He grunts a soft "oh" at her presence, at the welcomed pressure of her ample bust into his chest and jaw.  "Oh, yes... nothing compared to this though.  Holy hells--" she can feel his erection swelling suddenly and prominently under her thigh.  "Oh, anything you'd care to know, doll-- I'm yours--"<br/><br/>The thinner of the two men, goateed and slightly bug-eyed, stares on with open mouth as his friend makes such quick progress-- an expression that quickly becomes an open-mouthed, sparely-toothed laugh as he raises his mug in salute.  "Dogal the mighty he IS!"  and his fellows cheer encouragingly as well... except the big guy beside him, who seems either incredibly intoxicated or mentally handicapped as he stares into her eyes in awe of how pretty they are.<br/><br/>Dogal, inadvertently introduced, places one hand on the buxom woman's waist and strokes appreciatively the hourglass-shape from her flank to her hip.  "Sure, lovely-- we're flush right now!  The one't hired us are a good lot, as we'n tell, but prob'ly religious bunch.  Three guards and a priest or something-- never seen'is face, the one who don't speak, just wears that veil around all the time.  We was bettin' on if it was a bloke or a mare!"  The three erupt into riotous laughter, and are joined by a couple other sailors-- a few of the locals nearby turn back to their tables and drinks, hoping not to seem overly curious.  Another townsman-- a wiry rat of a young man-- peeks up from behind a larger fellow he'd ducked behind.  "Ain't she a-gwoin to kill'im?"