"As you wish. We'll talk at home." The blacksmith nodded at Reyata's friends, smiling at Garashna. It was doubtfull if he actually believed her, but they knew he valued loyalty.<br/>"Ladies. Xholkrox." He then walked over to the bar and was emediatly greeted by Bishon and a flagon of Fisherman's Bitter. Before long there were small puffs of smoke coming from them as they had brought out their pipes. The friendship of Bishon and Alcinder had always managed to calm their daughters down when their rivalry threatened to get out of hand. The fact that the two girls were very proud of their father's had let to more than one discussion along the line "my father can beat up your father!" when they were younger. Bishon was a bear of a man, able to toss even orks out on their ears if they missbehaved, but the smart money seemed to be on the elf none the less. The girls would probably never find out who was right, since neither of them would agree to such a contest. They did armwrestle now and then if they both had to much to drink, and they both seemed to win as often as they lost.<br/>The old T'Skrang seemed to be done with his meal by now. He would start any minute now. Reyata still noticed how he glanced at their table from time to time, but she was unsure why he found her and her friends so interesting.