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Saraf gave a bit of a grin as he said, "Why is it that I almost believe you when you claim that to be your life long dream?" Due to the fact that it was Arima made him want to take her words at face value. As such he might just have to keep an eye on her to keep her from getting into a brawl that might cause her to end up over her head. A small tussle, maybe, but a big, full bar brawl, definitely not. Giving her a smile he said, "If such a thing crops up I will help back you up so you're not the first to fall. Alright?"

"I can't say that I've ever been in a tavern where people were arguing about attire... though I suppose that if you get enough people drinking in one place that it's bound to happen at least once." Especially if it were a more fancy crowd that was in said bar. The Outcast Unit and Saraf himself might not care about such things as fancy dress but he was certain that some soldiers out there might.

Blinking a couple times he focused his one good eye on Arima as she mentioned them going to find a pretty girl, "Eh? Eh?" That was... one way to start a fight he supposed? After a moment he shook his head and said, "You're more then enough woman for me, Arima. I don't think seeking out another would do my heart any good." Besides, he was far happier with it just being the two of them on his romp.

Their walked continued, with him taking in the streets they were on, and he said, "Not much longer now, about two blocks and we will be at the tavern. We will see about getting a seat in the back so that we are bound to attract less attention to ourselves." If such a thing were possible given that he was an armed soldier and she was a very special looking Matorian. Perhaps they'd get lucky and nobody would look twice their way.

Saraf turned to look over at Arima he gave her a curious look before he found himself asking, "You're pretty close? Anything that I can do to help you get closer to it?" He found himself curious what her big dream might actually be. Was it something akin to her job? Was it something to do with the two of them? The latter one sounded a bit arrogant though, didn't it? Still, he found himself wondering what he might be able to do to help her reach her goals. Not something that he'd of even though about when he was younger having been so caught up in his own goals at the time.

Turning to glance Arima's way as she mentioned him being unable to survive two of her he gave a shake of his head, "I feel that would be quite a difficult challenge..." A bit like trying to herd perzi he thought to himself.

"Well... when you put it that way it doesn't really sound like much, huh?" If they were going to behave completely then they might as well just go back and have more tea. Giving a smile he said, "We don't have to behave completely I suppose... but we will have to behave to a degree. We just don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves since we can have more fun that way."

He stopped in front of the door to the bar that was their goal, looking back and forth for a moment before he opened the door for Arima so she could head in.

Giving a smile Saraf said, "Alright, I'll be here any time you want to divulge that secret to me." Not only because it meant that she trusted him enough to share such information but because it had him rather curious. The former being the far more important of the two things.

"A smaller brawl sounds fair... and you can always use that magic of yours to patch people up once it's all said and done with if you wanted to." Not that he encourage her to heal just anyone. There were definitely those out there that didn't deserve any sort of special treatment from the Matorian woman. He supposed that he'd leave it up to her discretion provided that they actually did end up in in such a brawl.

After stepping inside Saraf gave a glance around the place, taking in how many people were present, as well as the general mood of the place. Once he'd gotten a feel for it he moved to lead the way to a place near to the back. He wanted them to find a seat where they could see everyone in the tavern as well as the door, that way he could be on guard and Arima could enjoy her time in the place. As they went he had to admit it was a bit nicer then the Janarim's Skull. That wasn't saying a lot but still, it was something.

Of course even as he thought that he could tell that there were some people that seemed a bit restless. There could be any number of reasons though. Be it the two of them looking a bit strange together, Arima being a Matorian, or Saraf being a member of the Outcast Unit. There were a number of reasons for the stares but unless it became more then just stares he saw no reason to react. Just to be careful though he shrugged out of the strap that tied his sword to his back, leaning it against the seat he took.

It was an obvious warning to anyone that might approach as he turned his attention to Arima, "We can order drinks but most of these places rarely have real food. Sometimes they serve appetizers though. Tends to be salty treats meant to make people more thirsty so they order more drinks." Best to warn her before they ordered anything.

Saraf gave a bit of a chuckle as she mentioned ordering a 'small brawl' with some table destruction on the side. A good joke so long as no member of the Outcast Unit heard her and got ideas. That would end up a mess that the unit would end having to pay for... though they tended to act like it was totally worth it in the long run. They were into that sort of fun, especially when drinking.

"Feel free to order anything you'd like. I just figured I'd warn you." He murmured, giving a smile. He really didn't mind when paying for anything that Arima might want because it was Arima. She was the sort he wanted to do things for and get things for. Not something that he had much experience with people that weren't family but he would do his best to figure out this whole dating thing. Even if he was rather old to be learning such lessons now.

Just as it turned his turn to order, with him order a different sort of snack food and a beer he heard the first smash of breaking glass. He gave a shake of his head, looking to Arima and said, "I will never understand why bar tenders don't get less breakable mugs." It seemed like a way to save a lot of money in his mind. Presently he wasn't giving the fight much of his attention since it sounded like a smaller one, likely someone cheating at cards or saying something ill of another man's girlfriend. That tended to be the normal fare when it came to such fights.

Saraf gave a little grunt as someone was thrown toward their table, turning toward the ones that seemed to be in a tussle. It seemed there was really no reason to step in though because as soon as one man was thrown there way he was promptly dragged back so that the fight could continue. He was about to turn back to Arima when someone else spoke up, someone who seemed to have imbued himself with a heaping helping of liquid courage.

Turning slowly toward the man he affixed him with his good eye and said, "Not everyone has to buy their woman, friend." He said, doing his best not to let his usual temper flare. He wanted to look good in front of Arima instead of acting like... well, like his younger self. Maybe the drunk would go away given the chance? Giving the man the best smile that he could muster he said, "How about you go on your way? I'm sure you have better things to do with your time then bother people while they on a date?" Or so Saraf hoped.

Giving a smile he looked back to Arima and said, "Tends to happen. It's even worse at night when the place is more crowded and people are deeper in their cups."

Saraf was glad to see the drunk going on his way, half hoping that he might get swept up in the brawl for what he'd said to Arima. He found himself relaxing... but only for a moment as contestant number two stepped up, spouting the same sort of nonsense. He opened his mouth, about to tell the guy to also take a hike... when instead he was grabbing Arima up out of her seat. His eyes went wide, the pupil of his good eye going to almost a point for a moment, "What in the name of Nerad's beard do you think you're..." And then the guy was just wandering off.

Jerking to his feet he tossed some coin onto the table, grabbed up his sword, and stalked after the man. Just as he did that the man called out, putting a bounty on his head for anyone that would try to stop him. He lunged forward, finding himself knocked around for a moment by those that wanted that money. He struggled for a moment, tossed a couple punches... then decided to go about it different. Reaching into his pocket he took out a fist full of gold coins and threw them into the air. It became an instant mob scene, something that had him thinking that he and Arima were going to likely be banned, before he started to fight his way toward the door with those that still wanted a piece of him instead of the cash.

Hearing his name being called out he have a hiss, "Arima! Just... Just set all those bastards on fire!" He yelled after her, turning to kick a guy in the chest that had grabbed him. A few more kicks and punches later and he was again starting forward toward Arima again.

Saraf watched as there was a sudden eruption of water, knocking people around, making it a bit easier for him to move forward. He even went as far as to step on and over one of them men to get passed the tangle of people that Arima had been able to knock over. It wasn't the fire that he'd suggested but maybe fire was a bit too over the top and violent? He supposed that her choice in spell was probably for the best, it kept them from being seen as the aggressors later... even if he felt the one that grabbed her should have been flash fried.

He started to close the gap between Arima and himself when the man grabbed her again, something that caused his temper to flare even more. Drawing his sword from its sheathe he continued forward, letting said sheathe fall to the floor for the moment. It was time to deal with this guy, to show him what happened to those that not only broke the laws when it came to stealing Matorians but what happened to those that messed with Arima specifically.

It was as Arima struggled again, stomping on the man's foot, before breaking away from him again. It was as he started to reach out toward her that final time that his sword arched forward toward the would be kidnapper. There was a flash of silver, a splash of red, and then a lot of screaming from the man whose hand he'd separated from the rest of him. Shifting his stance he leveled his weapon at the man with one hand, motioning him forward with the other, "Come on... let's see what else you have, thief. I don't mind parting you from other pieces of yourself before delivering you to the army for crimes against Lady Arima who is a member of said army. I'm sure they will love to have a nice, long chat with you."

Saraf couldn't help but to think that Arima was being a little to easy going as far as the man had been. Still, it would show him that his own people could be a lot less forgiving then Arima was, meaning that he should really think twice when it came to hassling people. It might very well end up coming as a surprise who it was that wouldn't be forgiving when it came to such foolishness. Someone like Saraf knew what jerks some Obans could be, he was that jerk in his youth. It meant that he better understood what some might think and do, those that didn't quite understand the new laws that had been laid out for the Obans to follow during peace times.

Looking down at Arima as she came to lean against him he said, "Yeah... I think that we've had more then enough tavern time for now. Let's give it a few months before we go for another of these romps." Unless of course they went with the rest of the Outcast Unit, then nobody would mess with Arima because she'd be surrounded by those like Saraf. Giving a nod of his head he said, "I think it should be alright, there are more guards coming it seems, and the mess will be cleaned up by those that started it as opposed to us 'innocent' members of the army who were just enjoying some down time." He gave her a smile as he claimed to be innocent before starting toward the door with her.

A moment later though Arima was having an exchange that had Saraf first starring, then just going a bit agape looking like a fish out of water. Her... condition? It took him only a moment to really understand and he looked to her for confirmation. Only it didn't seem as though it clicked for Arima. Looking to the other healer he gave a nod of his head and said, "We know, I think my Arima is just a little shaken up by everything that happened. Not everyone is ready for their first brawl. My thanks and you won't see us here again for some time, if ever." If what the woman said was true then it would be the last place Arima wanted to be.

"Shall we go outside and talk, Arima?"