She listened while the lalafell spoke, intrigued by his rather heavy accent. Ayaka could thankfully understand the blacksmith--somewhat--but that didn't make her any less curious of what sort of combinations were merged altogether to create such a unique sounding intonation. A mix of Lominsan folks and Ul'dah resident perhaps? Mayhap the locals of the Twelveswood? Then again, she should probably double check the enunciation of each place considering not all had such heavy accents while they spoke.
Why was she bothering with it? Simple. She needed to learn how to speak differently in-case of unexpected situations. It was better to have several plans than none at all.
"To the Wench we shall go then. I'm wanting for some of their clam chowder myself." Ayaka nodded after the lalafell seemed to have made up his mind for them. Money was not a problem to the Au Ra thanks to her work but a few gil saved might probably help her in the future. Besides, with how Chachanji reacted with her earlier suggestion of the Bismarck, it definitely must not be common for one to simply drop by unannounced like so. Perhaps next time she could use that new knowledge, but for now, she was only going to reflect on the mistake she made.
When they've finally step foot inside the place, it showed how popular--regardless if most were drunk or near drunk sailors--the Drowning Wench was with how there were already several customers occupying the many tables of the place, even if there was a... unique combination of scent within the establishment. Thankfully though, there seemed to be enough vacant tables for a few more interested customers.
A miqo'te with pink hair approached the two, giving them a practiced smile, "Welcome to the Drowning Wench, a place to leave your cares and troubles behind. Would you like a table?" asked the waitress, seemingly placing heavy emphasis on the, leave your cares and troubles behind, in her words, looking at both the Au Ra and the lalafell, her eyes showing slight recognition at them.
"Yes, if you don't mind, we'd like to have that..." A pause as Ayaka looked about the place before pointing at one of the available tables. "Over there please." Said location was at the side by a bulletin board, a lamp hovering above it and giving the area ample light; Light that she wished for the smith to have when he will finally take a look at her blades.
"I hope you don't mind that table, Mr. Gegenji. I thought you would need the light for when you are to look at them." said the Raen as she turned to look at the lalafell when the waitress nodded and proceeded to walk and guide the two to their table.
Why was she bothering with it? Simple. She needed to learn how to speak differently in-case of unexpected situations. It was better to have several plans than none at all.
"To the Wench we shall go then. I'm wanting for some of their clam chowder myself." Ayaka nodded after the lalafell seemed to have made up his mind for them. Money was not a problem to the Au Ra thanks to her work but a few gil saved might probably help her in the future. Besides, with how Chachanji reacted with her earlier suggestion of the Bismarck, it definitely must not be common for one to simply drop by unannounced like so. Perhaps next time she could use that new knowledge, but for now, she was only going to reflect on the mistake she made.
When they've finally step foot inside the place, it showed how popular--regardless if most were drunk or near drunk sailors--the Drowning Wench was with how there were already several customers occupying the many tables of the place, even if there was a... unique combination of scent within the establishment. Thankfully though, there seemed to be enough vacant tables for a few more interested customers.
A miqo'te with pink hair approached the two, giving them a practiced smile, "Welcome to the Drowning Wench, a place to leave your cares and troubles behind. Would you like a table?" asked the waitress, seemingly placing heavy emphasis on the, leave your cares and troubles behind, in her words, looking at both the Au Ra and the lalafell, her eyes showing slight recognition at them.
"Yes, if you don't mind, we'd like to have that..." A pause as Ayaka looked about the place before pointing at one of the available tables. "Over there please." Said location was at the side by a bulletin board, a lamp hovering above it and giving the area ample light; Light that she wished for the smith to have when he will finally take a look at her blades.
"I hope you don't mind that table, Mr. Gegenji. I thought you would need the light for when you are to look at them." said the Raen as she turned to look at the lalafell when the waitress nodded and proceeded to walk and guide the two to their table.
Quote:A Raen, a Xaela and a younger Xaela walks into a bar...[Ayaka Yatsurugi] [ Zaya Dotharl ] [Nokai Dotharl ]
