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Tytus grinned in playful amusement at Seziah's observation, "Ah, but then there are some that are attracted to pretty men instead. Not that I would know about that, but you never know." He shrugged his shoulders, "Just take a compliment, Seziah." That stated the man began humming softly under his breath as they navigated the crowds.

"At least you aren't being jostled around in here." Tytus observed, "And celebration or not if you are going to be my guest I have to treat you to a meal. It would be horrible manners to let you sleep with an empty stomach." The Oban smirked, "Though the drinks I would call a treat." That stated Tytus patted her shoulder in passing, "Be right back."

When he came back the man had a tray loaded with various things. Dried meats skewered that were spiced in the traditional Oban style, a plate of rice with fried eggs on top, long green and orange vegetables that were steamed and also curling together along the edges of the plate surrounding the rice. Tytus set the meal down in front of Seziah before unloading another plate as well, "Thin bread that you can dip into this. It's something...." He pursed his lips, "I can't think of the name right now but it's good for you, some sort of greens and cheese - so not completely the best thing, but still good."

"And drinks." He motioned as a server came over and poured them two cups of shimmering red liquid, "Oba is good about its drinks, very fruity but be careful if you aren't used to spirits since it may have a bit of a kick to it." He leaned both elbows on the table and studied her, "So...what do you think? Try it and let me know."

At her reaction to the spirits Tytus simply nodded, "Don't worry I am a man of my word and I promise that you'll get to my place safe and sound." The Oban smiled warmly, "Just drink it slowly and only a couple of cups at the most and you should be alright." If not she was still fine as Tytus was truly a man of his word, especially after the recent events with his friend's fiancee. After such a situation Tytus was far more cautious with women. He would gladly take time to be courteous to a pretty face, but nothing more than that.

"I'm glad you can tolerate it." Tytus grinned, "Some people find the spices a bit overwhelming at first." The man shrugged as he popped another piece of meat into his mouth. These spices, this meat...mmm. It was rare that he got to actually go out like this anymore and it was nice to know that the food at this place was still as delightful as ever. Perhaps even more delightful now that he had someone to share the meal with? Look at me getting so excited over having company. Someone would think I truly had become a hermit after all. He quipped silently to himself though he was glancing over at Seziah from the top of his glass. As he took a drink of the wine Tytus rolled the flavors in his mouth, "Just let it float on your tongue for a bit next time. It truly lets the flavors burst in your mouth when you do that."

He raised the glass to his lips once again to try to hide the small smile that crossed his features at Seziah's flush, "That's good." He finally managed as he lowered his glass, "Drink as much as you want. It's a night to celebrate your arrival in Oba after all." His gaze sparkled teasingly as he leaned an elbow on the table and propped up his head with a hand, "It's always nice to have someone come here. I enjoy playing host." He joked lightly though his gaze did dart to the side for a split second. Surely he had been mistaken, but did those men seem as if they were coming their way?

Oh come on boys not today....can we just enjoy this evening? Tytus found himself sitting up straight again as he rested his hands underneath the table to hide the clenched fists. He could pray to the gods all day that these goons would walk past, but it seemed that their gazes were fixated on the strange woman at his table. Not everyone in Oba was fond of strangers after all, especially not after the arrival of the Dretch. Not like that would fully matter to these bastards - they love picking fights anyway.

"I see." Tytus was thoughtful as he twisted a piece of bread in his hands. Even though it may have appeared as if he were concentrating on carefully pulling the pieces of dark grained bread apart it was simply a motion for his fingers to do while he studied Seziah's words. She was a survivor according to this mentor that she once studied under. Such a statement bothered Tytus since he knew that surviving was not a typical compliment, surely it meant that Seziah had been through something rough before coming here. Else why would she even be here eating a strange meal with a stranger such as him? Desperate times did call for desperate measures after all. Though Tytus was genuinely impressed by the Yaeli woman. She had a calmness despite whatever she was currently going through and had not been actively seeking help, rather she had simply caught his attention and he had been the one to offer. Did she simply not worry about things or was there a confidence in her date that he didn't know about? Either way the man was determined to help her out since he had witnessed the lives of many types of survivors before...including that of his own father and himself at one point.

"I hope that you'll start enjoying the food more as you grow accustomed to it." He found himself saying before finally eating the remnants of the bread he had been fiddling with. He smiled faintly, "At least our drinks are to your liking." It was a small start but still it was something. Tytus found his hand pausing above the plate of food as the approach of boots caught his attention as well.

Was he popular? The Oban wanted to laugh at Seziah's assumptions before quickly nodding instead, "Sure, you can say that." He teased lightly before glancing up at the men, "Hey boys. Long time no see." He stood and looked to Seziah, "Just finish your food and I'll be back shortly."

"We'd gladly watch him leave as long as you're staying." Grunted one of the men, a muscular brute with a crooked smile and a scar that cut along his jawline. Next to him was a more slender man wearing various hues of purple silks with his short, dark hair oiled back. While he didn't speak his gaze studied Seziah travelling all along her body.

"Or rather shouldn't we be asking her to leave with us?" Quipped the third, a shorter man with dark leathers and bracers along his arms, "Save space for real patrons of this shop. Don't need any foreigners save for serving other...places." He grinned as he leaned forward.

As one of the men moved closer as if to touch Seziah, Tytus moved in between with a forced laugh. "Always joking around arent you guys?" He reached out as if to wrap and arm around the shoulders of one of the men, "We should go catch up outside. Wouldn't want to cause a ruckus in such a quiet establishment." He smiled back towards Seziah as he shoved the men along with him towards the exit, "Be right back so please don't leave without me~" Meanwhile as the door closed behind them the sounds of loud cursing and a scuffle could be heard...

Tytus had simply glanced at Seziah with a small smile. It wasn't that he doubted her abilities but what man would let these goons leer at such a woman and not defend her? He also truly wanted her to enjoy her first experience in Oba and any potential tavern brawl was certain to dampen the magic of things. Unless she was into such hobbies which was fine he guessed, but either way he refused to allow his guest to be harmed in any way. He could only hope that his actions hadn't offended her in any way and that upon his return she would still be sitting there waiting for him.

Now that he was outside and she was safely still inside of the tavern Tytus felt more at ease. His attempts at peace would still be there but at least now he could let his fists fly as needed, "Are we really going to make a scene like some things?" He quipped as another of the men flew towards him, "I suppose that's a yes." He sighed as he raised his fists and blocked off a few blows, "You boys really need to learn how to treat a lady."

Not really the talkative bunch were they? Tytus grit his teeth as his teasing comments were replied to with a blow that glanced his upper left cheek. Winching the Oban spit into the dirt before kicking an old barrel towards the trio. Alright he had tried to play nice, had even offered to let them forget about everything and walk away, but they simply were not compliant to any of his suggestions. And to hit his face? What bastards.

Needless to say it took a few minutes but eventually Tytus returned inside. He had wiped his face which had blood from his cut lip and he had attempted to fix his messy braids and his disheveled clothing but it only served to smear more dirt and blood on his pants and sash. His knuckles as well had faint signs of bruising along with a nasty scrape that decorate his right fist with traces of deep red.

It took him a few moments to adjust to the dimmer lighting inside as only a few lanterns flickered with flames from candles, but he hoped that Seziah would still be there at the table waiting for him. Though he would need to fully apologise for leaving her unattended for so long and for returning a mess. And for probably hurrying her dinner as they would need to leave the area soon just in case those men had friends.

Tytus grinned at her comment but immediately winced as the tear in his lip stung with pain from the sudden movement, "Glad that you recognized it." He teased before his expression shifted to a sterner appearance, "In all honesty they needed a good lesson since it's not the first time they've terrorized foreigners who have tried to come and enjoy food here." He did raise a brow at her extra input towards the situation, "A thank you often suffices, but I will remember your preference to care for yourself next time." Tytus rolled a shoulder and had to bite the inside of his cheek. He had taken a few good hits to the side and his body was very intent upon reminding him of the freshly forming bruises.

"Healing as I mentioned earlier is very important to me." He recalled quietly before tossing coin on the table and ushering Seziah towards the doorway, "Next time we'll have a more private dinner." Tytus waited for the Yaeli to leave before allowing the door to close quietly behind her. Now that the fight was over it seemed that the streets were pretty empty, but that was possibly due to the descent of the sun over the horizon. It was late afternoon and evening was coming upon them. Tytus could only imagine that the stranger at his side would be all the more willing to sleep early tonight as well - that was if she could settle into his humble home with him nearby. Not only me as well. There would be others staying with them, though not the typical company one would expect in a person's home.

Not that it was truly his home, but Tytus much preferred where he lived to the rooms once offered to him. We'll see how she handles it. He would have to speak to Yu when he got the chance about their newest guest on the estate. He just hoped that it was okay to invite a stranger into the noble's household...err technically the estate lands in general, "See that path there?" Tytus raised a hand and pointed to how the path diverged, "To the right is the market where you can get anything you really want. They aren't so picky there as long as you stay towards the south side since the north is for more finer goods to attract the rich."

"This, however, is the path towards the estate." He smiled towards Seziah as he pointed towards a left path that ventured away from the cluster of stone buildings and widened to the point that many of the homes had several yards if not acres between them. "It's a bit of a hike from town and I'm sorry that I don't have a mount for you, but bear with it and we should be at the manor before the sun sets. It'll be plenty of time to show you around a little bit and to also set you up with a bed."

Tytus simply waved a hand in the air as if dismissing the whole situation, "No problem." He replied lightly with a small smile, "I'm glad I could help." As they stepped outside the Oban enjoyed the slight breeze announcing the cooler air of night. If not for the companion at his side he may have been tempted to go to the Xaraan races. But I suppose this is a better night. He wasn't quite certain that it would be true, but the young man had a feeling that his life would be a but more interesting now.

"By being born with a silver spoon in their mouths." The quip left his lips before he could even think of stopping it. A rare flush decorated his cheeks for a moment before Tytus shook his head, "That is we have nobles here and they tend to have a lot of wealth. Unless you stumble into fame or become a dedicated artisan or merchant it is rare that those high end luxuries can be yours. Not to say you can't have nice things, but certain things just seem to be unattainable." Tytus shrugged, "But honestly it depends on your interests. If you're wanting a gem inscribed belt them good luck, but for a nice silk belt with embroidery? That's totally possible as long as you have something to barter or have saved enough coin."

"I'm glad to hear that." Tytus led them further away from the tight cluster of buildings, "If you see anything to question please let me know. Other than that I can just ramble on about anything really - whatever you want to know or simply talk about."