<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/miOIgK5.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/1eDk9ov.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>"Thank you for the advice good man."</em>Miyuki said as she approached, to be better heard over the din of the crowd.<br/><br/><strong>"Please miss, it's just Jax.  No need to stand on ceremony here in the Seven Hells, you enter a friend and are assumed such unless you give us reason to suspect otherwise."</strong>He grinned broadly and Miyuki got the sense that his words about the tavern were a saying that he'd said often enough to be said without even having to give it thought.<br/><br/><em>"Am interested in a room, one overlooking the docks if I may, the sea breeze always gets me up and running." </em>Leaning in, Miyuki spoke in a whisper, making sure only the halfling could hear.<em>"Perhaps if I like my room, we can discuss payment privately once your shift ended?"</em><br/><br/>Jax looked up at Miyuki and grinned, a devilish disarming grin, and held his hand out as if asking for a hand out of his chair,<strong> "Oh, I don't work for the tavern miss, I'm just what you'd call a regular.  Playing up the sympathy for my broken leg and all.  If you want to go get a private booth I'd be glad to discuss whatever you want to discuss, I'll even buy the first round."</strong>Once standing he reached behind the chair and gathered a single padded crutch.  Tucking it under the arm on the side of his good leg he took a moment to gather up the clay pot at the side of his chair which jingled with the sound of coins and then flagged over a waitress.  Miyuki would notice his height when he stood up fully.  She guessed that he stood just a hair under four feet.  It always seemed odd that halflings were so named by humans, the men of which usually stood close to six feet.  Halflings weren't exactly half the size of humans, but then again the name did roll much easier then 'two-thirdlings' would.  Plus the small, generally friendly, folk didn't seem to mind the appellation so who was she to argue?<br/><br/>She closed, a redheaded woman was tall and lithe, almost elflike, though her ears showed no points.  She wore a garb of green silk with a cream colored mesh that bared her torso from hips to the lower swell of her breasts.  Her eyes  darted from the halfling's crutch to his crotch, which showed the stirrings of a bulge, but it was to Miyuki that she spoke,<strong>"Welcome to the Seven Hells Tavern.  We promise you a good time as long as you don't mind the heat.  Can I get you a drink, something to eat, or just an escape route from this half sized lech?  My name's Ralana, I can get you whatever you need, and likely quicker than Jax who needed nothing less than another ear to bend of his heroic deeds."</strong>The slight roll of her eyes along with her tone told Miyuki all she needed to know about what the waitress thought of any stories Jax might tell.<br/><br/><strong>"Actually,"</strong>Jax said cutting in sharply and with a annoyed tone of voice, but one that was softened by the broad grin his face wore,<strong>"The lady and I have buisness to discuss, so you'll show us to a private table if you please.  Then bring me a stout and whatever the lady would like to drink."</strong><br/><br/>Ralana rolled her eyes slightly and looked to Miyuki to confirm her drink and also to make sure that she was indeed interested in following Jax to a private booth.<strong>"Miss?"</strong>She said, which could be taken several ways, that of asking what she wanted to drink, confirming that Jax was telling the truth, or maybe just asking her name.