<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/sxXGTgZ.jpg)</div><br/>Miyuki sat and enjoyed her meal for a bit, talking with the old dwarf who seemed more than pleased to just listen.  Something about his demeanor reminded her very much of his grandson, Flint, the master of the adventurer's guild.  So too did his bawdy demeanor remind her of his adopted human daughter Velma.  Yet at the same time he couldn't seem more different then either of those two.  He was lewd, crass, and openly joked about Miyuki's body and the things he'd do to her in bed.  But there was a softness behind those jokes at the same time.  He seemed to embrace the stereotype of the dirty old man, and the way he moved showed that he certainly was feeling the age of several centuries of dwarven life.  But a master of conversation that Miyuki could recognize, he always seemed to know when to turn the thrust or direction of a conversation in a different way if it ever became heavy.  If the flirting ever got serious, he was suddenly drawn away by another customer, or talking to the dim witted waiter / bartender, or changing the subject.  Miyuki who was an exert at seductive conversation could see clearly how well and how expertly he was manipulating the flow of words.  She highly suspected that if she were to strip off her clothing and sit on the bar, offering to let the dwarf do what he willed, he'd appreciate the view for a moment, then tell her to get down, and hand her a rag, ordering her to wipe the bar down.  Not, as he pretended, ravish her nude body.<br/><br/>It was an interesting dynamic.<br/><br/>But as the afternoon crawled on slowly, he sighed as more and more people began to filter in.<strong> "Markus, show the young lass to Velma's lab would ye?  I'mma need her out on the floor a'fore too long, an I think the pretty young mynx has waited long enough."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Ok," </strong>the slow witted human said with a nod before gesturing for Miyuki to follow him.<strong> "This way miss,"</strong>he said with only a glance towards her.  It was obvious that the human man was a bit dim, soft headed, but he seemed pleasant enough and Miyuki followed him deeper into the tower that the tavern was a part of.  Stopping at a staircase he gestured down,<strong>"Miss Velma's lab is down there miss.  I'mma not ever ta go down there.  She was so mad the one time I did.  Broke one of her glasses I did.  Appologized an I think she knew it were an accident.  She yelled a little bit, an looked at me sad like.  Didn't like that part.  Yellin didn't bother me, but didn't like Velma lookin sad."</strong><br/><br/>He nodded his head once and repeated,<strong> "I'mma not ta go down there, but Greybeard says ye can." </strong>Then as if the matter was settled he turned and walked back down the hall to the tavern.<br/><br/>Miyuki descended the staircase and found herself in a strange smelling room that tickled her nose and made her want to scratch it.  There however, in the corner, sitting in a rather comfy chair, her feet propped up on a footstool, dozed Velma lightly, her glasses still on her young face.