Snippet #2578690

Wrapping an arm casually around his back, Lillian gave Reimel a guiding push towards the door of the inn. It was a soft guiding shove, more to herd him in the direction they needed to go. It was almost protective how she let her her fingertips linger upon the center of his shoulders, as she trailed close to him. The only time she let the gentle reassuring touch fade was to push open the well worn door. Her pale blue pools scanned over the various occupants as they crossed the threshold, as they adjusted to the much dimmer lighting within the establishment. There seemed to be a few free spots right at the bar, and that was where Lillian would lead Reimel, giving a pat to one of the tall wooden stools to show him where to sit before pulling herself upon the neighboring one.

Waving to the older dwarven woman tending bar, Lillian stood up some, balancing the heels of her boots that hooked on to a part of the stool, making sure she caught her attention. The woman would limp over dropping a crate behind the bar in front of where the two elves had sat themselves, so she could look over the counter easier and waited for them to order. Without asking Reimel, Lillian went ahead and ordered the pair a round of mead, fishing the proper coin from the pouch that hung at her waist to place upon the bar for the dwarf when she returned with the tall wooden mugs in hand. Lillian would then turn to Reimel and offer one of the mugs to him with a smile. "Do you know what you may be hungry for?"