The Silver Bluff Landing

Tamara listened to him and shook her head, smiling a bit. "A bit, huh?" She asked before thinking about her answer. While doing so her eyes looked about as the place seemed to clean itself before looking back over towards the bartender and the girl who had walked in previously she had seen some magic, given she did some herself, before looking back at the Mishqua before her. "I just go where my feet take me. Plus I help those in need on the way... and I like food and culture." She shrugged before smiling. "And I am young, so I might as well see the world while I can." She said and poked at her drink before taking a sip.

Davien felt a tingle ripple through his fur and down his spine as he shook his head unconsiously. The room began to glow as items floated about and organized themselves. Well, good to know he still had the “sixth sense” about magic. Listening to Tamara made some part of Daviens soul reignite for just a bit, reminiscing on when he was young and full of wanderlust. Giving a small chuckle and taking a swig of his ale, he nodded.
“Travel leaves you speechless… Then turns you into a great storyteller.” He said with another chuckle, before his eyes grew distant and smile faded.
“I knew someone who said that a lot.”
His paw habitually reached down and touched the top of his satchel, this time feeling the cool leather and brass buckle. Upon the mention of food, Davien realized he hadn't eaten in at least a day. Or two? Eh... Who remembers. Davien hoped food was still being served, as he looked over towards Cyric, waving a paw in the air as his cowl fell off his head, ears popping out from underneath as he waved.

After the items had been organized and he managed to get his sister to respond, he listened to the patrons with a vague interest. It appeared that Tamara was a traveler, which might make for an interesting conversation starter. The other one, Davien, still had him perplexed. He had never seen a Mishqua up close and personal before. At the same time, he wanted to treat him like any other patron. Cyric wiped his calloused hands on his work pants and went to tend to Davien. His sister was still meandering off to the side. He rolled his eyes at her behavior and decided to do the job himself. Cyric stopped in front of Davien and nodded.

"What can I get ya?" He asked Davien in a friendly tone. He nodded at Tamara's words. "Wise assessment. You don't want to be stuck in one place. I wouldn't recommend it." Cyric spoke from his own experiences and his families. Unfortunately for them, they had to give up traveling for awhile, but he'd give anything to be back on the road. In fact, it could be the reason why he had been feeling restless as of late. The idea of being stuck behind a bar wasn't his favorite past time, but it did give them decent coin to spend and keep a roof over their head. He wanted to give his sister a form of stable life, but he also knew that traveling was in their blood.

He waited for Daviens order and cleaned a glass with a rag to keep himself busy.

Davien flashed some teeth in his best attempt at a smile, looking towards Cyric but not directly in the eye. He looked down and fumbled again, pulling up more gold.

“Fish? Just any fish. Oh, but don’t cook it. Please.” He never could understand why humans and the like ruined food by burning it. Baring his teeth again, he extended his paw with a few more coins, simply assuming what he had offered was a fair price.

Following a brief pause she started in motion and began to move about the establishment. Taking finished plates and empty glasses. She made it about and refilled glasses now and again setting a pitcher down on an empty table only to come back to it after navigating through the room. With an arm full of dishes and the other hand carrying a pitcher she disappeared to place them in their proper spot. Re-emerging she frowned a bit, "The cook is a rather lewd fellow." she shakes her head slowly now noticing the Mishqua, having not seen one before.

"Intriguing... where is it you come from? River lands? It would stand to reason with your request of fish..." she began to rattle off question after question, "Do you get along with creatures that don't speak but look similar to you? How is your hearing? Your sight?" she kept going. A hand lifted but she placed it back down quickly and gripped onto her skirt to keep from doing it again. She also managed to keep a little bit of a distance, that is to say she wasn't nose to nose but it could be considered uncomfortably close. This was one of the downsides to attracting her attention.

A double take and the look on her face was one of pure puzzlement as she notice the diminutive being there. Jira had made her mind up that the small being would have her turn but her focus was set for the moment.

Tamara listened and then looked confused, "What did they say? I just said some things." She said and looked to where he ordered. "Can I get the clucker strips. Thanks." She ordered and then looked at the woman. She asked a lot of questions and blinked before shaking her head and taking a sip of her drink. She made an ahh sound after and laughed a bit. She loved rootbeer so much and only had it sometimes since she was busy drinking water like an old person. Tamara looked around and not many people were in before she just ended up looking back up at Cyric and smiling.

As the woman rushed up to the Mishqua, mind full of queries for him, Davien could almost mouth the questions back to her as he had fielded the fray. He was after all, a Mishqua in a humans world. He was used to questions, but not rapid-fire like this.

“Em…” He tried to answer the first question. Before opening his mouth again she was onto the next.

“Well… em..” He began to wring his hands together, getting a little more anxious. The questions kept coming, getting Davien a little more flustered.

“Um… Well I come from…” When she had gotten to asking about his sight and hearing, he gave a little huff of offense, his tired mind taking it the wrong way for a split second.

“It is fine! They both are!” He snipped. He wasn’t old yet, besides, how would a human know to ask about that! The mysterious lady leaned in closer to him, causing Davien to reflexively back up a bit into his booth, ears pinning back slightly. He bared his teeth in another smile, scooting a bit back into the seat.

“Who are you?” He asked as politely as he could, still a bit frazzled by all the attention. He wrung his hands with slight anxiety.

The cook was busy in the back with current orders, but he wouldn't mind another. Cyric listened to his sister barrage the poor man with intrusive questions. He smirked at how Davien handled himself with Jira. She could be a handful, but it didn't seem to phase Davien in the slightest. As for Tamara, she was an interesting one as well. He smiled at her in return and refilled her rootbeer without a word. "On the house." It was the least he could do, after his sister pestered the both of them. Cyric delivered the clucker strips to Tamara and put the steaming meal in front of her. The scents wafted through the room and created a welcoming atmosphere.

"Here you go, Miss." Cyric distracted himself with counting inventory and then went back to Tamara. "So, where are you from?" He asked, while he got another patron a whisky. Cyric slid the drink toward the customer and went back to more orders.

She blinked as she looked over him and straitened some giving some distance between them, "I just wondered if you often saw and heard things humans did not." She cleared her throat "Apologies, I'm Jira. Gemcutter and enchanter... and apparently waitress." she shrugged clasping her hands behind her back.

She glanced over him again and then to the other patron, "Are all your people so diminutive miss? Are their any common hardships you find in the places you travel to?" She now glanced between the two. It was an odd path she was taking yet it had a purpose, most of it was just to learn all she could. She devoured knowledge like a thirsty person given water. She looked up and pulling the next plate with a raw fish upon it, turns out it didn't take long to prepare, and set it in front of one of her focuses and waited for responses.