A Midlander and Seeker sit at a bar....
The barkeep turns face and walks over to the motioning gesture of the Hyur, "What'd it be?"
"My usual," he produces a large canteen with unknown contents that sloshes about inside.
"Heh, course it is!"Â
"Of course," the Hyur then slips a stack of Gil, ten high from a full looking pouch fitted against him.
"Easiest Gil I've made!" the bartender grins.
"Easier than the night with those Highlander women?" inquiries with the same grin.
"Hah!" the bartender goes off towards the kettle.
    The raven-haired puts his attention back to the sandy-tresses with an amused expression as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in thought, "Of course. I would imagine our conversation would rail along those lines of you eventually telling me to shove off in the end. I might probe a bit more about your lady, make you a touch more irate than you are, you growl at me, I challenge you with a smile, you knock me on my ass, I might knock you on yours, we bond over blades at each other's throat and groin, a lovely evening, think so?"
    Lets out a small laugh after he is done with more of his one-sided conversation, though he does not make a glance at Val still, "Or you stay your blade and that adorable temper of yours and I offer your tab for a quiet evening. So long as you do not run my pouch dry. One day I will enjoy our dance again, though the next I hope to be fully committed. Not tonight though. Just words and tense company. So then, where is your lady?"
The barkeep turns face and walks over to the motioning gesture of the Hyur, "What'd it be?"
"My usual," he produces a large canteen with unknown contents that sloshes about inside.
"Heh, course it is!"Â
"Of course," the Hyur then slips a stack of Gil, ten high from a full looking pouch fitted against him.
"Easiest Gil I've made!" the bartender grins.
"Easier than the night with those Highlander women?" inquiries with the same grin.
"Hah!" the bartender goes off towards the kettle.
    The raven-haired puts his attention back to the sandy-tresses with an amused expression as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in thought, "Of course. I would imagine our conversation would rail along those lines of you eventually telling me to shove off in the end. I might probe a bit more about your lady, make you a touch more irate than you are, you growl at me, I challenge you with a smile, you knock me on my ass, I might knock you on yours, we bond over blades at each other's throat and groin, a lovely evening, think so?"
    Lets out a small laugh after he is done with more of his one-sided conversation, though he does not make a glance at Val still, "Or you stay your blade and that adorable temper of yours and I offer your tab for a quiet evening. So long as you do not run my pouch dry. One day I will enjoy our dance again, though the next I hope to be fully committed. Not tonight though. Just words and tense company. So then, where is your lady?"
