"Some times you are far too polite..."<br/>Whether Garashna spoke of his words about the Troubador, his obvious lusting after Ilana, or the way he made a vague attempt at catching Roses eye, it wasn't obvious, but she stood up as she spoke.<br/><br/>Coin in her hand, she gave a shrill whistle, of those who turned, it was Rose she was seeking.<br/>"More ale and a flagon of mead Rose..."<br/>Her order, followed by the flick of the coin, which Rose deftly caught, done, Garashna sat down once more.<br/><br/>Nudging Xholkrox, not too lightly in the ribs, Garashna grunted at him.<br/>"Put your tongue away Blue boy, you're drooling again..."<br/>