A miqo'te near Styrm edged slightly away, ears flicking back and forth. Not quite insensitive to the moods and natures of his patrons, the barman smiled as congenially as he could. Given the nature of his face, any smile he mustered up couldn't much scrape past ugly, but he had his ways of making clear that he didn't want trouble.
The gil was accepted and tucked away, and a new mug of some cheap swill procured and placed in front of Styrm.
The fact that the lad was sitting so close meant that the barman had to lean close to Styrm, close enough that the foulness of his breath would wash across the roe's face -- unless he chose to lean away. "Th'lad. Goes by Brindle, he does. Care not t'spook him; e's a quick one, 'e is." Carefully, he indicated Styrm's left, where only one lad sat amidst the mess of patrons.
Brindle showed no sign of hearing, though tension remained in him as he sat.
The gil was accepted and tucked away, and a new mug of some cheap swill procured and placed in front of Styrm.
The fact that the lad was sitting so close meant that the barman had to lean close to Styrm, close enough that the foulness of his breath would wash across the roe's face -- unless he chose to lean away. "Th'lad. Goes by Brindle, he does. Care not t'spook him; e's a quick one, 'e is." Carefully, he indicated Styrm's left, where only one lad sat amidst the mess of patrons.
Brindle showed no sign of hearing, though tension remained in him as he sat.
