<em>The barkeep had a smirk of pride when the noblewoman had praised his selection. <strong>"Aye, Kingshearth ale is an amazing brand. Halflings and Dwarves working together can truly make the finest brew."</strong> He said with a chuckle as he made no mention of who such a wondrous brew and been produced, acquired or had gone unnoticed in Edenic establishments. Already Jacqueline looked relaxed to the eyes of the barkeep. Despite the slight inebriation caused by the sweetened ale, Lady Ducat's ears and eyes were keenly aware as she tried to ease drop on the seedy looking men at the table.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-08-19 16:12:46, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148612)<br/>(Pity theres no Nat 20 on a Skill Check)</div></div><br/><br/><em>The Barkeep was a keen and attentive listener, especially with the comely way Jacqueline's outfit seems to hug in just the right ways to make her bosom swell or glisten in the low light of the tavern lamps. Whilst she talked with the barkeep, she was busy looking over the men. She managed to pick out a few choice sentences admit the chatter to the barkeep. <strong>"Why would one like you wanna go looking for trouble."</strong> He said whilst she listened in on the one in the scale mail. color=red]<strong>"Boys, our quarry is down the road. We hit them hard at night. Half-blooded demon fuckers don't stand a chance."</strong>[/color] Meanwhile the barkeep was keen to make a pass on Jacqueline. <strong>"You don't look like an adventurer... and most pretty gals don't stay in Wispoak long."</strong> It probably didn't register in comparison to what came next out of the seedy brutes. The thug that had his pockets picked was asking a question. <strong>"Boss nomads won't carry good stuff like a caravan will."</strong> <strong>"Aye but nobody will give a shit over tieflings."</strong> He said with a devilishly coy grin. <strong>"And you're not exploring all treasures if you limit it to silver and gold."</strong> <br/><br/></em><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Deception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-08-19 16:46:02, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 1d20a+3 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148613)</div></div><br/><br/>Those men seemed to be planning something most foul. The way they were talking was not lost on her, having been in Eedenian courts long enough to see subtle signs. Sensing he stuck out, the barkeep tries to fumble a recovery unaware that Jacqueline was zoning in on the men.<strong>"Err... Greener pastures usually lie in Kingshearth and those ruins."</strong>Suddenly he shouted to the girl working in the kitchen.<strong>"Oi girl! Get that Stew handy we've got paying customers!"</strong>Quietly she noticed the tavern wench was coming out with the tray of food for several folks. She held it with her right arm with the hand at the center. Her cleavage spilled out more so from her dress and the keen eyes of Jacqueline knew why this was. She had hidden her stolen coin purse there. First she came over to the barkeep and placed down a wooden bowl of hearty looking stew and a warm half of bread. The Barkeep came over to Jacquelin with a silver spoon and gave a friendly enough smile serving her up a hot meal.<br/><br/>However the tavern girl made her way onwards towards the men with a social smile as she began to serve up the bowls of stew for the lot of then. All four of them were served bowls of food with silver spoons. However there was placed upon the table four golden royals, Edenian's gold currency.<strong>"For your troubles wench."</strong>She playfully smiled and reached to take up a rare tip of generosity. However the mans hand swiftly took hold of her by her hip and drew her onto his lap.<strong>"Take a seat and have a word with us."</strong>He said with a coy tone that belied a touch of double meanings behind it.<br/><br/>She was about to rise up but froze instantly like a deer trying to hide from a wolf. She looked down at the man whom wore a smile and took a good lingering look at her face and skirts slowly down to her bosom.<strong>"Tis wrong to mishandle the wenches here."</strong>The barkeep gave a snarl as there was trouble annoying him from his flirtatious talks (he assumed flirtatious) with Jacqueline.<strong>"Boys, keep yer hands off the wench! Look but don't touch."</strong>The leaders eyes looked stone cold as he looked over to the bartender and held his hand against her hip. The wench's back was turned away with her left arm around the shoulder of the armored man. Her right arm was trying to hide her cleavage from the lingering eyes of the thugs at the table. All the while the man spoke looking in Jacquline and the Barkeeps direction.<strong>"All in good time. However, I don't appreciate thieves."</strong>His eyes kept upon the wench now.<strong>"Give back the coins you stole."</strong>