Aya watched the bard, and her verbal probing of the paladins. The barb of her words belied the gentle smoothness of her voice - she knew what she was doing - or did she really?
The barmaid's rapt attention, perhaps better otherwise spent on waiting patrons, was suddenly broken instead by the smell of fresh (or not quite so fresh) fish assaulting the area near the bar, born quite fragrantly by the Highlander woman who had just entered. The girl's expression soured for a just a moment, before she was able to set her wits back about her.
Displaying a courage difficult to muster for even the most hardened adventurers, Aya lifted herself up, sliding along the service-side of the bar, appearing in a moment opposite PipPip, wearing a soft but pleasant smile. She canted her head, fingers rapping gently upon the bar. Her voice expressive in its soft, smooth tones, bearing the accent of her common Ishgardian upbringing, "Ma'am, your, um... produce, seems to be bothering some of our patrons."
The barmaid's rapt attention, perhaps better otherwise spent on waiting patrons, was suddenly broken instead by the smell of fresh (or not quite so fresh) fish assaulting the area near the bar, born quite fragrantly by the Highlander woman who had just entered. The girl's expression soured for a just a moment, before she was able to set her wits back about her.
Displaying a courage difficult to muster for even the most hardened adventurers, Aya lifted herself up, sliding along the service-side of the bar, appearing in a moment opposite PipPip, wearing a soft but pleasant smile. She canted her head, fingers rapping gently upon the bar. Her voice expressive in its soft, smooth tones, bearing the accent of her common Ishgardian upbringing, "Ma'am, your, um... produce, seems to be bothering some of our patrons."
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