The Minstrel's Mug

"You're not very hungry? I-I would suggest eating, even i-if you aren't really hungry, just in case, y-you know?" Munti internally winced at his own inability to speak. He bit his tongue, wishing he wasn't such an embarrassment. He was about to ask Cardista what she was going to eat, when "Meowra" asked her what to do about the angry mob. He decided to keep silent and wait for Cardista to answer Meowra's question first. She was much more interesting to talk to and had a much more relevant topic in mind, after all. He looked at both girls for a few moments before realizing that this could possibly be construed as creepy, so he quickly looked down. Munti bit down hard on his tongue once more, drawing a bit of blood. He swallowed it, making a rather disgusted face in the process.

The door to the inn opened, and he looked towards it, noticing a group who seemed potentially dangerous enter. He really hoped they woudn't cause any trouble.

Card leaned her back up against the bar as she watched other occupants of the establishment seeming to greet and shake hands and conserve amongst themselves, The one that caught her eye most of all was a young blonde human male that seemed to lead off first a ogre female and then another human with a red cape to chat in private. "How curious..." She thought to herself as she sipped at the mug of ale, which was halfway gone at this point. She was so entertained by people watching she barely heard Ryss and it was some time before she realized she had been talking to her, voicing her concerns of the angered merchants tracking them down. Her brows furrowed as she leaned forward to to look around Munti at the seemingly troubled neko.

"Well...we stay away from the market and I leave town shortly. I am not worried."

With a shrug Cardista resumed her people watching, with her legs swaying back in forth from the stool in a quite carefree manner. Though her memories were more than a tad on the foggy side she knew this was just something she did. She would travel from town to town like a nomad looking for adventure and opportunities to make some coin. It was only when Munti was trying to urge Meowra to eat that she turned to face the little faun. Her bushy scarlet tail arching high behind her with a few playful twitches here and there as she reached out to pat him on the head offering a small goofy grin.

"I'll share my roast beef with...." she couldn't help but snicker as she said the obviously fake name,"Meowra...No worries Munti."

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?"