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When Enios entered the tavern once again he was assaulted by the smell of ale and smoke that in fact served to mollify him a little; Babd was definitely loads better than the rarefied atmosphere and the dubious company down there. Just as he went towards someone who knew what was doing he crossed paths with the extravagant man that had seen his little demon. He tried to avoid eye contact and went towards the nearest waitress.
"Sorry," he said abruptly tugging at her dress. Sometimes it was a pain in the a** to be a walking midget. "I wanted some food. What's the menu?" the waitress looked at him quizzically. "Er... you've got a menu, don't you? Or it's a daily meal, or something?"
The girl continued looking at him as if he were speaking another language which made him worry.
"Er... what do you serve that's edible, then?" he tried tentatively not wanting to offend her.
At that she seemed to perk up and rattled off a short list of dishes that were thankfully mostly known to him. He ordered a couple of pork buns and some salad and asked if they had fresh fish to offer.
"Oh, yes!" the maid gushed enthusiastically. "We receive some of the better catches of one of the resident fishermen."
"Could you give me then some raw fish along with what I've ordered?" he quasi-begged making his eyes pitifully bright and large.
At her quick nod he fought the urge to shout 'Sucker!' and smiled brightly sitting on a stool waiting for his food to arrive. He didn't want it brough to his room in case Babd was seen, again. While waiting he took a second glimpse of the tavern's visitors and suddenly his gaze met that of the man from before freezing him on the spot.

The man kept looking at him and it was making him nervous. Damn! Did he have something on his face? He didn't think so. He frowned a bit preocuppied. He hadn't done anything really bad during the past month, so the man shouldn't be looking for him with something bad in mind. However, he was of the mindset of 'Better safe than sorry' so he was a bit hesitant of approaching him to ask a few questions.
He debated the pros and cons thinking that maybe the man had heard of him and was looking for a deal. If that was the case the money would be welcome, but there was nothing that guaranteed that he was after a service like those he offered.
Finally and seeing that the man was blatantly staring he decided that he had been patient enough for one day that with the problems arriving town, Babd being a pain in the a** and the general rankiness of the place so he got up and marched towards the stalker/potential customer with sure steps.

Lovi touched her slightly singed eyebrows and winced as she saw the damage in the small, dirt-smudged mirror before her. lil' Tava watched her intently from the bed, making a very amused chirp at her misfortune. She turned to the small dragon and stuck her tongue out in defiance.
"Oi! You're so cranky and unforgiving in the morning! If I didn't have enough problems already with Victor looking for me...and my eye! I feel like a cyclops!" She made a face in the mirror and snapped her fingers briskly. In an instant, her eyebrows turned from burnt stubs of hair, to perfectly normal.
"Such a waste." She murmered, inspecting her face for any blemishes or defects, as well as lifting the patch over her eye. She frowned. Thanks to a few good herbs, and some time, the pain and swelling had dulled down to a slight throb.
She considered herself lucky. Although Victor was not the kindest of Warlocks, he had been merciful.
Which, she reflected, was very unusual of him, but she also suspected that he had hope of recovering her and returning her to the Dark Arts.

Her frown turning grave, she stared into the mirror and vowed, quietly to herself, "Never."

Enios was a bit surprised by the forwardness of the man when he was the first to speak. The smile he was sporting was friendly enough though, so he giggled a bit and replied in turn.
"Hello!" he chirped childishly. "Why were you watching me? You were making me nervous!" he accused pouting before smiling once again. "Well, you have a really pretty smile, so it doesn't matter much. Did you want something from me?"
With that he seated himself in front of the still unnamed flamboyant man, palms cupping his face and looking intently at his eyes with utter curiosity.

"Oh! I'm Enios! Pleased too meet you!" he quipped happily. "And you didn't seem rude to me, not compared to all this folk. It's only I don't like being the centre of attention of anyone, it makes me uncomfortable." he shrugged self-deprecatingly. "Well, you said you wondered about something, so ask away. I'll answer as best as I can," he said and his smile turned impish as he added "if I decide to do so."

Being dressed in a full black bodysuit with daggers strapped to her thighs and a sword on her back she pulled her trench coat around to conceal the equipment of her trade, knowing it might seem as if she was cold to anyone else watching, but more the better for her for those thoughts to cross other people's minds. She looked down the path that lead up to the tavern not liking the fact she was this close to it at all, but once again her sister wanted to come and here she was tagging along like a beat puppy. Ariana looked at the tavern with her eyes squinted in thought...It seems to be a bit crowded Avi. Can we go when less people are there?The idea of a frown being sent to her over a common channel they shared.

"I am not acting like anything. You know I dont like the idea of crowds." She growled low before reluctantly moving to follow behind her. One of her hands came up slowly to run through her dark red locks in a nervous gesture that put it out of her face for a brief moment before falling back to where they were initially. She hated when her sister did this. Always wanting to met new people and make friends she did. She do just fine with just eatting fruits and playing with her weapons, thank you very much. She herself was not chicken. Ha! She was to good with her weapons to be a chicken. She just didnt like crowds is all.