A cloud of disappointment hovered over Ari.  Before Keliek't had come to the village she had thought of troubadors as being somwhat special, and yet, he had spent the night rutting with Rose and, as much as she had tried to shut the sounds out, she couldn't help but be shocked by the base language he had used.  No flowery sentiments, no poetry... he could have been any of the Barmaids conquests.  It made her wonder if he was really interested in her and teaching her the arts of story telling and song, or if he was only interested in what lay beneath her skirts.<br/><br/>Still, she put on a cheerful mood and went about her duties, laughing and joking with the patrons as if nothing was bothering her, counting out the minutes until she could escape the roof of the inn and Rose's satisfied smile.  When her dad told her she could have the rest of the moring off, she nodded, exiting quickly before he changed his mind, her feet carrying her towards the green where Keliek't was showing off.<br/><br/>She had to admit, watching him, that he had a certain charm about him.  Against her will, she soon found herself smiling at his jokes and awed by some of his feats of balance.