Tehr held his hand over his mug, still half full, when the bartender came back by.  A slight shake of his head would be all he'd need to let the man know that he wanted no more for now.  But as the halfling poured more ale into Kayna's drink, Tehr dug into his pouch and pulled out another coin, this time a gold one, and said, "The lady is thirsty."<br/><br/>Then he turned back to Kayna and continued to listen.  He was distracted because out of the corner of his eye he could still see Rosalyn, but he was doing his best to pretend she and her father weren't there.  Pretending that her graceful neck and bountiful cleavage weren't all he was thinking about.  It would do this orc warrior no service to be distracted.  He tried to focus on her as she spoke.  She was attractive in her way.  The jade of her skin was unique for Tehr.  He couldn't help but wonder if her nipples or labia were darker or lighter.  He could tell that she groomed herself, for he'd always been told that orcs were somewhat hirsute, at least as much so as humans, yet this woman showed not a wisp of hair on her arms or elsewhere that he could see.<br/><br/>Her teeth were fairly straight and the fangs that jutted from her lower jaw were clean and obviously well cared for.  The looked less aggressive then he'd been expecting.  Her skin too was smooth and soft, her facial features while a bit thick didn't seem overly monstrous.  He'd heard of half orcs, men and women who shared both orc and human blood.  But he'd never met one, nor a full blooded orc either for that matter, and he felt like it might be rude to say so, or ask about her heritage.  So he nodded along as she spoke and tried his best to smile, frown, or nod when it seemed appropriate, and tossed a few more silver on the bar as she waved the barman over for a fourth drink.<br/><br/>Tehr waited patiently for her to draw her story to a close and then he finally spoke, seeming to have a place finally.  It was true she seemed terse at first, but a few drinks and she was quite chatty.  "I see, I see," Tehr said, "Well, let me first off say that were I to stumble upon a pretty woman like you bathing, I'd chase you out to an island as well.  But I swear I'd have no interest in fighting with you."<br/><br/>He paused for a half a second and looked up as if considering, "and to be honest, as pleasant as it sounds to 'make you my woman' I've seen you fight and I feel safe to say that if I'd have to beat you in combat first, I'd be spending my nights quite lonely."<br/><br/>Tehr smiled and tilted his mug, finally taking another drink before asking, "But tell me, you are wandering now searching for more to learn?  Why do you not head to Londinium?  Some of the finest warriors in the realm reside there.  Old generals, now retired, but with knowledge to spare.  Young commanders who have come back from battlefields on far off lands.  Even the tavern bouncer who's fought a hundred fights a year with a half a hundred different men.  It seems like there'd be a wealth of experience for you."<br/><br/>Tehr thought about Hewthorne hall and all of the extra rooms he'd have open, for servants or visitor alike.  Maybe he could work something out with this one, if his house did need protection she obviously could provide it.  Plus he wouldn't mind watching her practice from a window.  Her tight body was lean and muscular and her hair fell like oily ink around her face, Tehr couldn't help but wonder what it might look like spread about on a pillow as he looked down upon her.