The barkeeper certainly did enjoy the approach of the Edenian noblewoman. After all Edenian noblewomen tend to wear such flattering garb. As if they were peacocks or some other luxurious bird he couldn't name that desired a mate by dressing so provocatively. So he was feeling quite inclined to favor the woman with his best service.<strong>"Welcome there miss. What can I get you?"</strong>His question was swiftly answered as she wanted something to drink. The best ale that he had at his establishment. The small handful of silver sickles was glittering on the table. True the demanding tone didn't sit too well with him but all those sickles were winning him over handily.<strong>"Sure thing then."</strong>He said with an understanding smile. To say that he was enjoying her outfit was one thing but this man had a deeper lust than women. Money.<br/><br/>Her silver tongue proves very handy alongside her silver in winning the Barkeeper over.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Charisma Check with Advantage</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Laughing Hyena rolled: 2d20, keeping 1 dice, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment: Persuasion Check w Advantage<br/>Result: 19, 9, <br/>Total: 24</div></div><br/>As he worked he kept his right side deliberately to her so that he could properly hear her as he continued to fetch a good bottle of Kingshearth Ale. Freshly made and sealed so he had to use the corkscrew wine opener to unseal it and let it breathe. Carefully he went to a small box that was enchanted to keep things cold. Hence he had a good amount of chipped ice which he puts into a cleaned and chilled tankard. He did this with a pair of tongs and began to pour the ale into the chilled cup. It became a touch malty from the contracting temperature and the ice visibly cracks. He placed it before her and then asked.<strong>"So what brings you to a humble inn in Wispoak?"</strong>However his question was not immediately answered as he went back to putting his good drinks and ice box away.<br/><br/>This moment gave her the chance to enjoy her drink and gave herself the time to take in the images of those seedy looking men at the table when she passed by. The drink tasted slightly of apples and honey crisp making for an intoxicating ale that washes down easily and soothes the aches from her travels. Suddenly it felt like things were a touch more worth it. The drink didn't have the kind of kick that she was expecting from the best ale they had to serve but perhaps maybe it was for the best in such a unsavory place with even more unsavory characters.<br/><br/>Thinking back to the image of those men she noticed that each of them had some measure of scarf or cloth to shield them from the elements... or to hide their identities. One of their faces stood out due to a lack of scars upon them. Grizzled looking with a short beard and a slightly short cut hairstyle that was reminiscent to a soldiers, his dialect was familiar as it was Edenian.<strong>"Girl I'll be taking a bit of beef stew."</strong>His armor looked like a repaired set of scale with a kite shield strapped onto his back. Another face was scarred and cut up, with one long one going along down from the lip to chin. Nasty looking but looks like it was healed with magic. The rest of their armor looked to be leather with steel coins that'd been punched through so that chains can link them together in some kind of impromptu ring mail. So some kind of patchwork studded leather was what they wore. Upon their shoulders was some kind of marking. Red scratches in intricate of four lines. Their weapons were looking like edged slashing weapons, falchions and daggers. Basically things that can work in close quarters or look intimidating.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the wench was currently skirting her way past Jacqueline and towards the kitchen.<strong>"Oi girl, ya best not be letting that soup burn!"</strong>The barkeep shouted to her as doubled her steps. Truth was she could care less about the soup burning. She was moving fast because she did not want to be there when those men found one of their purses missing. Which was looking like that pin had finally dropped as one of the men stood up after a moment and began patting himself down.<strong>"What the Nine Hells! My coin purse is missing!"</strong>His accent was much thicker One of the more brutish looking of the men said. His eyes started darting around looking for a potential thief.<br/><br/>He didn't suspect his fellows at the table of swiping the coins of course so his eyes affixed upon anyone else that was there. He looked furious and was ready to reach for his dagger. But the man that had the scale mail on him, placed his hand upon the other man's shoulder and mutters to him quietly. The bald man's anger was clearly visible but he was seeing reasons as he breathed steadily. His hand looms away from his dagger and he nods slowly before sitting down slowly. The girl came out to fan herself off from the heat of the kitchen and the scale clad man shouted over to her.<strong>"Get another one for my brother over here."</strong>She looked over to the man and gave a nod with a soft sigh. It wasn't going to give her a break anytime soon.