Faythiel frowned at the sudden hostility in the room, then calmly strolled over to to the trio of men.
"He's not your waiter...all we're serving is meat pies...y'can take it or leave it as our cook just left..."
Her silver eyes flitted over the group.
"That just leaves me 'ere to run things, so I'll make MY rules clear... You will not sass me, you will not sass my customers.." She paused looking to Gavriel, then back to the men "And you would do well not to cause any further trouble, because I'm the one serving your food, and the 12 knows what could accidentally find its way into your dinner if you piss me off...."
She smiled pleasantly with an odd cheer about her even in the situation.
"And best not to make any further threats...because I don't need a weapon to hurt any little egotistical shit of a man in 'ere, ne? Doesn't mattter how big either, sugar, cuase you've all got bits that bust under a mere 3 lbs of pressure...and I'm NOT afraid to go there if pissed off.."
She sat a full bottle of whiskey on the table and some shot glasses for them, then stood in a way that favored her right leg, hand on her hip, she tossed her hair over her shoulder.
She then offered a polite bow and a wink.
"All that being said, welcome to Al'Mian...and that was 3 meat pies for you each, yes?Will you need a room."
She stood upright once more, moving between the man and Gavriel.
"My name's Faythiel, and you'll just need to give me a shout if you need a thing.."
She still seemed perfectly calm and at ease, her gaze still polite at the individuals, her tone clam and sweet when she spoke, she stood her ground between the two men, unflinching.
"He's not your waiter...all we're serving is meat pies...y'can take it or leave it as our cook just left..."
Her silver eyes flitted over the group.
"That just leaves me 'ere to run things, so I'll make MY rules clear... You will not sass me, you will not sass my customers.." She paused looking to Gavriel, then back to the men "And you would do well not to cause any further trouble, because I'm the one serving your food, and the 12 knows what could accidentally find its way into your dinner if you piss me off...."
She smiled pleasantly with an odd cheer about her even in the situation.
"And best not to make any further threats...because I don't need a weapon to hurt any little egotistical shit of a man in 'ere, ne? Doesn't mattter how big either, sugar, cuase you've all got bits that bust under a mere 3 lbs of pressure...and I'm NOT afraid to go there if pissed off.."
She sat a full bottle of whiskey on the table and some shot glasses for them, then stood in a way that favored her right leg, hand on her hip, she tossed her hair over her shoulder.
She then offered a polite bow and a wink.
"All that being said, welcome to Al'Mian...and that was 3 meat pies for you each, yes?Will you need a room."
She stood upright once more, moving between the man and Gavriel.
"My name's Faythiel, and you'll just need to give me a shout if you need a thing.."
She still seemed perfectly calm and at ease, her gaze still polite at the individuals, her tone clam and sweet when she spoke, she stood her ground between the two men, unflinching.