Looking to sample the other brew that this place was known for, Seka ventured back towards the bar to order a pint of Dragon’s Fury and was served by Darius once again; who Seka suspected was the only person anywhere in the vicinity who would have the strength to match her own now that Ceol was gone. He did have the look of a warrior about him and looked as if he’d be just at home swinging a sword on the field of battle than cleaning glasses behind a bar. “What’ll it be, darlin’?” He said with a broad smile as she approached, his large hands resting on the counter and a little sweat upon his brow from the efforts of this evening. Still, he seemed quite content. The inn was full and he’d no doubt made plenty of coin, with time still to come this eve. By the look of it, he’d even taken on an extra hand in the form of a young, fairly attractive, elven lass who was working busily in the kitchen, preparing the last of the meals.<br/><br/>“And tell me,” He said, not being too shy about it as he appraised her from head to toe, showing more than a little interest. “What’s a lass like you doing in a place like this?”