"I know me a ragpicker," Zhi said, quiet, right behind him as he entered. He looked bigger in the establishment -- way too big. She withheld snickering as he tried to move through the restaurant without making ripples. He failed. She drifted clear and easy behind him: a leaf in his wake. One that no one even doubtless saw, except as some detritus following along behind him.
People shifted, moved out of the way, grumbled, and a few glared after Styrm as he made his way to the bar. But these weren't the confrontational sort, and most simply dealt with him passing through with something that could've passed for grace. They weren't curious, most of them. They wanted their food, and their drink, before they had to get back to work. No real layabouts, there.
Zhi, on the other hand, did react to Styrm sitting on the floor. "Really?" She asked with a snort and half a laugh. "That bad?" She glanced around him to where he'd pushed the stool, and back to him before sitting on the indicated stool.
Suddenly, the idea of drinks seemed like a much better idea.
It was sweltering inside; the heat from the fire in the kitchen and the heat outside had combined to form some sort of humid monstrosity. Zhi could feel the sweat prickling at neck and armpits, back and chest. Ugh. Gross feeling, one mitigated by drink.
One of the staff meandered over, clearly in no great rush to greet and recieve orders. She was a buxom lass, young, and pretty in the way of the youthful and worry free. She had one of those smiles that suggested she shared some amusement with you, and combined with her perky tits, Zhi suspected she did quite well for herself in the restaurant. Highlander lass, by the look of her.
"Get ye?" She asked, hoisting a large and empty tray onto the counter.
People shifted, moved out of the way, grumbled, and a few glared after Styrm as he made his way to the bar. But these weren't the confrontational sort, and most simply dealt with him passing through with something that could've passed for grace. They weren't curious, most of them. They wanted their food, and their drink, before they had to get back to work. No real layabouts, there.
Zhi, on the other hand, did react to Styrm sitting on the floor. "Really?" She asked with a snort and half a laugh. "That bad?" She glanced around him to where he'd pushed the stool, and back to him before sitting on the indicated stool.
Suddenly, the idea of drinks seemed like a much better idea.
It was sweltering inside; the heat from the fire in the kitchen and the heat outside had combined to form some sort of humid monstrosity. Zhi could feel the sweat prickling at neck and armpits, back and chest. Ugh. Gross feeling, one mitigated by drink.
One of the staff meandered over, clearly in no great rush to greet and recieve orders. She was a buxom lass, young, and pretty in the way of the youthful and worry free. She had one of those smiles that suggested she shared some amusement with you, and combined with her perky tits, Zhi suspected she did quite well for herself in the restaurant. Highlander lass, by the look of her.
"Get ye?" She asked, hoisting a large and empty tray onto the counter.
