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There was a chill wind that had passed as a tall captain stepped off the boat followed by  someone covered in robes. It'd been a long trip and Beris was glad to see the two figures he wanted to put into the ground off the boat first. There was a lot the shaman needed to gather before getting off with the large mass of people traveling on this cruiser. He was able to pack his things quickly however and was top side before most were as he got to watch the captain and the 'VIP' he assumed was a mage walk from the boat. Beris leaned against he mast waiting for everyone else to go away. 

Part of him was glad to be gone, away from the Ardesians for a bit. There was some annoying issues that had caused Al to give a leave of absence to everyone. Kreig went to work on a forge with Lenix, Ishanis went looking for a tailor to get some new outfits and her primary gown sown, that homoculus had drifted off from the clan to go on a 'revival walk' which he thought was a sad joke. The shaman didn't care he decided to just get away for a time, hoping that with luck he could get something for the Yarakul to coincide with. 

The 'waiting' in line thing had killed his patience. Beris took a run for the edge of the ship. The crew had shouted for him to remain in line, before they could move to stop him, however, Beris had leaped off striking the wooden dock with his cloth covered feet before using the pegs that held the dock in the water to hop off of to get the move on. "Get out of the way!" He shouted as he leaped from peg to peg. There was a lot of held in aggression brimming from him that he wanted to be free of, right now was a bad time for someone to try and stop him which is why he moved as he did. 

Beris was lightly loaded. There was no armor on him, only a light cloth shirt and a hooded jacket tied to his waist. His legs had tan cargo pants which bore his axe and knife in separate sheaths attached to his belt. His feet were covered with a cloth-type 'bandage' covering which was made to be very resilient and inlaid with runes to accept changes in temperature if Beris poured essence into them to change the temperature accordingly. Around his back, the shaman had a rucksack with very light supplies including some food and a bottle of water strapped to the side. There was a pouch inside the sack which held his travel currency with him. He did not plan on spending much. There was a necklace made of some bone and wood fetishes that hung from his neck along as well, useful to help channel his magic if it was needed.

It would only be a few minutes of jumping from posts to walls then down to the streets till he could move about the town freely and find something to do. With luck it would be relaxing to help overcome the long trip and the harsh mental torment he endured as a result of the Ardesian usurping. 

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“Ye only chasin’ a myth, lass.”

The older man offered Nesryn an apologetic smile, which only irritated her further. She had spent the last two days scouting the area for anyone willing to escourt her through the forest lands and to the Kingdom of Citra, where ancient ruins lie. It is said that a gem that contains certain powers is hidden amongst those ruins, and she desperately needed it. Or at least the powers it promised.

The brunette’s lip parted ready to curse the man for his lack of belief, but paused to check herself. There was no use in fighting with a man who didn’t believe in her cause. 

“Thank you for your time, sir.” Nesryn said in farewell before making her way out of the tavern. The old wooden floorboards of the deck lightly creaked as she made her way to and down the stairs of the tavern. She breathed out a defeated sigh while observing the heavy crowd before her. Perhaps she would have to make this trek alone. 

Nesryn moved to take a step forward but abruptly stopped when a man suddenly landed before her. The girl’s hazel eyes widened before narrowing. It seemed this was the last straw. The disappointment, and pent up frustration of the past two days finally broke through the gate. 

“Excuse you!” Nesryn glared at the back of the stranger’s head. “Why don’t you watch where you land next time. Heavens above you nearly gave me a heart attack.” As if to make it more dramatic, the brunette placed a hand over her chest. 

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The flow was going well, his eyes were looking at some of the crew with irritation and anger. The boat ride did nothing but make him annoyed to be on the water with nothing but noise and people asking him about the many bone trinkets and wooden fetishes strew along his vest. The few who mocked his wooden axe shut their mouths when he made a display of lodging the 'toy axe' into the steel frame of the ship. Now the looks of annoyance and anger were coming to an end.

In fact he was wrapped up in his smug expression that the shaman almost slammed into the gal walking along the road as he landed off the chest high walls that gave a view of the coast. As he stood up he was face to face with the brunette. With a sigh of relief he didn't slam into the passerby he brushed off the yelling, it was understandable. 

"God's over you nearly had an accident, heh. Sorry bout that, guess I got a bit excited to get off that damn ship." Beris shook off the feeling, an old habit of when he bore fur. The feeling of new land at least put him in a good mood. There were a few shouts over his shoulder about how he needed to be careful in not so many kind words, including a few personal insults. 

The sensation and joy that came with being in a new place had the better of him and this was a local, an opportunity which arose. 

"I take it you're from around here and from the disposition on your face I take it you either lost someone or something close to you." It was an odd thing to explain the 'smell' people put off when they felt strong emotions, another little 'tick' that carried over from being a wolf. "So, please, for the love of any 'gods' you pray to that you all have some damn foliage and forests with something intimidating and horrifying because I'm real-ly in need of something to grab my attention." 

In fact, it'd been a while since he'd killed something, hell since he fought last. It was a gnawing feeling that was grading on him. Blood, the primal to hurt something was greater then ever after spending a month abroad with annoying rich people and their 'strife' about how long the trip was taking, how there was a lack of 'yadda'. The most aggressive thing he'd done in a month was toss his axe into a wall and that was to avoid smashing in someone's skull.  Next time he'd take the extra payment to get a spot on the top of the ship or down with the crew. 

"Look I know it's a weird request," he tossed his gaze to the line of people coming off the boat just a ways off, "but considering what I've been trapped with, I need something to get the blood flowing and that's either climbing, sprinting, or fighting. So please tell me there's an issue in this town so I can get it out of my system." Beris felt over the edge of his wooden axe, the edge still nice and sharp from the polishing of the runes set along it as well as lacquering and carving the edge down. His knife was in the sheath against his hip and his new leather gloves were tied to his belt. 

This was his getaway from work, from the clan. Right now it started with hurting something or hunting something, if it'd be productive then that'd be a plus.

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Contrary to his words, Nesryn hadn’t lost someone, yet. The brunette’s brows furrowed in suspicion. It boggled her mind that he somehow knew. Just who was this man? 

At his request, Nesryn felt a sense of hope flutter in her chest. Perhaps he could escort her to the gem. Her gaze shifted from his eyes and slowly traveled downwards, taking in his figure and muscles. Well, he seemed like a much better candidate than the previous man she had talked to in the tavern. 

“I may know of someone who is in need of an escort.” Nesryn chipped in, hiding the fact that she was the one that needed to be escorted. “They’re trying to find a gem. It’s located in some ruins in some far off kingdom, so it’s quite a journey. Interested?” She questioned as she met his gaze. 

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The shaman heard a few more words directed towards him. His hand slid down gripping the handle of his axe, tempted to throw it into the crowd that came with him and begin a blood bath. Though he remained civil for the time being. His gaze was set back to this lady he'd nearly slammed into the earth. "Look I don't need much details, anything to get me away from the aristocrats is fine. I prefer something soon unless you want to pass up on opportunity since I might be on the chopping block or in a cell in the next few hours if I stay around those damned people." Fairly foul mouthed for a 'sage' but the didn't care to live a limited life which included holding back aggression as it entered him.

"If it's a far journey I'm going to ask for a higher compensation then I would if it was close by. Depending on how far out it is then my time is taken into consideration." There was a sigh as the shaman shook his head, he could still smell the desperation in the air, his best guess this was her job, "But we can talk this over away from present company. I'm Beris, call me that or Bear, I even respond to old man from time to time..trust me I'm older then I look. Don't let the look of a man just in his early thirties fool you."

Beris held out an open hand to the woman, a gesture hoping to respond with a hand shake. "So let's find somewhere that the tourists won't be and get something to eat and drink where the details of this voyage can be hammered out until we have a solid foundation to start from..sound good?" The shaman was more saying 'I'm taking the job' instead of 'I'm interested' and he wasn't going to take no for an answer at this point. "Please, lead on. I'm new to the area." 

Though he came off pushy, Beris just wanted away from the cause of potentially a prison sentence for blood spilling in the streets. The job interested him for a lot of reasons, mostly the long travel was a nice bonus, getting to see the world was up there on the list of things that would sell him to a job. Ruins had a nice ring to it as well, the history and remnants of civilization, a lot of his mind would take in the information stored at places like that to shape a better understanding of this world. So far he was eager to start, eager enough he would sprint on foot if need be.

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The insults thrown at the man’s back we’re not surprising, as people tended to be vulgar, but they did catch Nesryn’s attention. It was easy to identify in the bustling crowd who was an aristocrat and who was just a commoner. If it wasn’t for the jewels and lush fabrics of their clothes, then it was they way they walked about with their chin held high, and a slight sneer on their lips. It was as if being amongst commoners was tainting their soul.

Her attention quickly returned to the man as he began to speak once more. With the way he addressed the whole thing it became quite evident to Nesryn that he knew exactly who was requesting to be escorted. At his outstretched hand, the girl lifted her much smaller hand to shake his. "Nesryn." She introduced herself before he could continue on. 

"Yes! Of course, sounds great." Her tone seemed brighter, along with her expression. "Follow me." Turning on her heel, the brunette made her way off of the dock, her mind on the man behind her. His tone had clearly said that he was accepting the job, which dulled her sour mood. The first phase of her journey was complete: find the escort. 

Nesryn led the man away from the busy dock to a quieter road. It was still full of life given the store fronts lining the street, but walking and breathing was much easier. "There's a tavern right around the corner. They serve the most delicious chicken pie." Nesryn commented while briefly shifting her eyes to get another look at that man. He had mentioned that he was much older than his appearance, which meant he was not...human? "I don't mean to pry, but how old are you?" 

 

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"Wonderful." His tone was very upbeat, not fully excited but upbeat, glad to be getting away from the crowds. As they walked off Beris slipped his hand into the pouch of gems he had on him, feeling around for where he had stacked some of the less expensive gems. The Ardesian clan was new too the area, though they were not accustomed to the currency of the area they all did know the value of gems so they took what they could of the gems they had before making there way out. 

"Nesryn. I'll have to remember that. Usually not good with names for a few days." When they made their way to the quite side of town the shaman let out a large sigh. "Gods above...the silence is beautiful." It took him just a moment to register Nesryn's question. "Ahh..age..umm...I lost count a while back. Hmm...If I'm guessing I think I'm getting close to my second century. Long story short I 'used' to be a lycan..maybe I will again once I can control it but till then I'm wolf-less." 

At the mention of the tavern, his acute senses picked up the scent of the place. "Up ahead on the right? I can almost smell the dough in the oven as we speak." Though it was a good ways up he could smell something at the end of the long stretch of street. As they grew closer his ears could pick up the usual sounds of a well filled tavern, though quieter then usual being it was less populated. "So, before we get started on business, I should be upfront with you. I'm a shaman trained in the arts of stealth and ambush tactics as well as versed in fighting many individuals in close range situations. My talents vary in many directions but mostly I hit hard, protect well, and have the ability to heal when it comes to combat. Just getting this out of the way 'now' instead of later." 

His pace was steady though slower then what he was used to. It wasn't a bad pace for the shaman, especially being in a more convenient location. "I was born under the sign of the hawk, though I earned my nickname for a few good reasons, the most prominent being sheer strength and imposing presence." Though he wasn't really being very imposing at the moment, in fact he was very lax. "Though this all might seem odd to bring up front, it's best in the long run so you can get a feel for how this trip is going to be. You're welcome to ask any questions you have and I'd be glad to answer them regardless of how personal they might seem." As they moved his nose kept sniffing the air out of habit, picking up scents and listening for slight sounds that would bring interest or alarm.

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Nesryn was shocked to say the least. If it wasn't evident with the way her step slightly faltered, then it was the incredulous expression that ceased her visage as her gaze snapped over to Beris. Her knowledge on Lycans was quite small, so learning that he was nearing his second century was unexpected. She was practically a child compared to his age. All those years of experience, of growth, of acquired intelligence. The male gave her little to no time to digest the revelations as he continued on with the conversation, listing his skills. 

"Thank you for letting me know. I'm sure your adeptness will serve well in our travels." Nesryn was aware that actions were much more reassuring than words, but Beris didn't appear to be the type to boast about skills he didn't have. There was no doubt in her mind that he was the perfect escort. With him by her side she would surely face no difficulty in finding that gem in the Whispernight Ruins.

"Forgive my curiosity, but how does the whole Lycan thing work?" It was completely off topic to the upcoming trip ahead, but Nesryn couldn't help herself. She wanted to know more about it, and surely it would give Beris a moment to gather his bearings given that he did just dock. Surely enough, the rounded the right corner and the tavern was right there. As they neared, Nesryn could make out the chatter of usual patrons and it only grew as they set foot inside the joint. 

The tavern was quite dim, only illuminated by metal lanterns that contained white, burning candles inside. A waitress passed right before them carrying a tray holding pints of ale. Nesryn, for a brief moment, watched the waitress head over to a both where a couple of men chatted away. The majority of the seats were occupied, but thankfully a couple of tables in the center of the tavern were open. 

"Oh look! There's a booth open!" Nesryn practically bolted towards the seats before anyone could take it. She preferred them much more than the table situated in the middle. There was much more privacy at a booth. 

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Beris was focused on getting to the tavern, the rest of the idle chatter could wait for now. Though she was curious of his old lycan blood, that was not something along the usual topics of discussion so it threw him off. "Inside..trust me, it's easier to explain where chatter can silence voices." It was a good way to also talk the details over where many would not listen. The louder the tavern usually the easier to hide information. 

Once they rounded the corner, Beris was the first to the door. He pulled back the door only to be hit by a wave of noise and drink. He nodded for Nesryn to go first. A few promising marks had come into view and Beris wanted to go 'shopping' for a moment. As they made their way in, Beris played it off as if he was a stumbling drunk, being in his usual attire one could only assume he was some wildman that had too much to drink. As he was bumping into a few of the finer dressed patrons his hand reach into their pockets to find a few valuable things laying around. The most notable, a signet ring and a necklace. "Oi, sorry bout that..been a long day there love." Beris pressed into a high elf looking woman. His accent was fake but a damn good fake at that, making it sound a bit more convincing putting on the false display even going as far as to slur his words a bit.

"Love? Excuse yourself ya drunk. How dare you bump into me, do you know who I am?" There came a response from the lady he had pressed into while snagging her necklace. 

"Like I said, sorry bout that. Been on sea too bloody long there lass. Me legs are a wee bit weary is all." He called back as he moved over to the table to sit beside Nesyrn. When he sat down he was very fast to look over towards the people he just robbed then looked to the woman he sat with. "Mind if I ask a favor of you?" His voice normalized to the gruff tone he spoke with. "If you don't mind, you think you could hold onto a few things for me?" There was a sly smile on his face, knowing at some point there would be a dispute of whether or not he had taken them from the people he just fished. 

Whether the response was yes or no, Beris would show the necklace, the signet ring, the small bits of coin and the metallic idol he had just nabbed. "Because I could use someone who looks like a better wheeler then myself."

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Nesryn slid into the booth expecting to see Beris slide into the seat in front of her, but the man had lingered behind. She watched with brows raised as the man stumbled about, occasionally bumping into certain individuals. The brunette couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, due to the loud chatter of those around her, but what she could tell was that he was playing a drunkard. It was quite amusing to watch. 

When he finally situated himself besides her asking if she could do him a favor she didn’t hesitate to nod. “Is this how our journey’s going to be? You surprising me with something new each hour?” Nesryn questioned with a light chuckle before she held out her hand out, palm up with her fingers wide open, waiting for whatever he had snagged from those quite wealthy patrons.

First, he had rendered her speechless with his age, and now he proved himself to be quite the professional pickpocketer. What next? 

“I do hope you know how to worm your way out of this if things go dry.” Nesryn stated as her gaze briefly shifted to the individuals he had bumped into. It was a waiting game now, just to see who figured out their possessions were missing.

 

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Beris held a smile to the woman. "Please, marks like those, easy money. Besides you want some funding for this trip right? Besides, the two ladies I stole from are easy enough to worm my way around. The gentlemen are as easy as a beating." Beris rolled his neck letting loose a series of pops. 

"Ahh..now what was it you asked..how the lycan thing worked? Depends on what your are referring to. Do you mean how was it being a lycan? How does one become a lycan? Why am I not a lycan? Specifics, my dear employer, Specifics makes the world go round." Beris tapped his finger against the table, feeling the density of the wood. Good solid frame, easy enough to throw in a bad situation, but it was seeing how well it would take a rune was the real test. 

With a loud whistle to get the attention of one of the nearby servers which he then followed up with a hand gesture to beckon for the serving gal to come over. Beris looked back over to the gal he was with before slide a pristine pearl on the table top. "Drinks and food are on me. Didn't bring coin with me, be we all brought what we knew would be worth something. Before you ask, no I didn't steal it. Remnants of the Ardesian treasury before we were cleaned out. If ya wanna see a real trick scoot closer, you'd be surprised how many tricks I know." There was a slight grin to his face but it was more pride that he was gifted in many areas. "I'm being serious about the 'real trick' thing as well."

His eyes looked up to the serving girl pushing through the crowd.

"W-welcome. Sorry about that, what can I get for you."

"No need to apologize. The place is fairly packed..damned tourists ya know." Beris chuckled, putting on another accent, this one a bit deeper toned sounding like a grizzled veteran of a few skirmishes. His speech pattern was slowed down, each word came out a lot slower then usual to put emphasis behind each word. "I just wanted to get an order in before the rush hit, though I believe we gotten here a bit late." His eyes turned over to his employer. "Go ahead order first. I think it'll take me a moment to really settle down what I want." His gaze turned back over to the gal, "Decisions. Hard to really choose what I want some days." 

The serving gal bore a smile before getting a pen to jot down what they were going to order. "Alright, what can I start you with."

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Nesryn, far before this day, had saved and gathered as much money as she could, and while she had a decent amount she doubted that it would last the whole trip. Hell, she didn’t even know how long this trip would last, nor did she know the price the shaman worked at.  So, while it was morally wrong, Nesryn would just turn the other cheek and let the man do what he was doing. 

Before she could clarify what she wanted to know about Lycans, he slid a shiny white pearl atop the worn wooden table and claimed he would pay for their drink and food. She raised a brow at his following words, and was even tempted to scoot closer to the male just to see what tricks he had up his sleeve. Thankfully, the waitress made an appearance and Nesryn offered the young girl a reassuring smile. 

This man was surely entertaining. The sudden accent he adopted was quite believable, and the pretty, blonde waitress seemed to not notice it. “I’ll take a chicken pie and some ale.” The brunette ordered before shifting her gaze to her employee, with a slight tilt of her head as if saying ‘your turn’. 

A group of men stepped into the joint catching Nesryn’s attention. A faint curse slipped past her lips, and she slightly slouched in her seat. 

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There was a moment where all things fall into place just perfectly and fit in just the right way that it seems as though it was planned perfectly, he'd started coining it as Scoundrel's Winds, being from his history as well as from a lot of other things. To ride the winds as he was, Beris bore a nice smirk as it seemed he could just control a situation around him without much effort. It was already making his once dour mood much more relaxed. 

Hearing this placed served chicken was a good surprise, it was a good go to for him. As the waitress took down the order, Beris waited till he had her attention. Once the gaze between their eyes was met he spoke in his slow pattern and low tone voice. "Hmm..I'll have a chicken pie as well and some whiskey if you have some. Preferably something mild in strength, more for taste. Something of a nice burn but at the same time not too over the top, sort of like an evening bonfire, if that makes any sense." His mannerisms and word choice were meant to convey an air of a man who'd seen quite a bit in his walk of life and had lived to tell the tale. A bit reserved but not closed shut, sort of like an old merc or even a commander that retired some long years ago. 

With the nice bit of sharpened hearing, he manged to tell something was a miss. All that followed was to look about the room and find what it was, which coincidentally was a few men entering the tavern. 

"Okay, not sure about that whiskey but I'll find something for you that would hopefully be close."

"I'm in no rush madame, I'm sure whatever you bring will be fine. And if I could get that in an old fashion that would be great."

"A what, I'm sorry?"

"Old fashion, sorry, a short glass to sip from. I think that will be everything for the time being, perhaps something more a bit later but I think that's everything." Beris turned his head to his employer, "Do you want anything else for now?" Already his essences was flowing around him, preparing to focus it into a form of magic, at this point he was just going through the 'wake up' routine of his essence to get it prepared for quick manipulation and then casting. Not that he foresaw a need for it but it never hurt to have.

For now Beris would avoid drawing attention, well anymore then he already did with his traditional shaman attire being full of bones and the wooden fetishes he'd carved onto his fur and hide vest. The small pearl in between his fingers rolled around a bit. "Ahh one more thing, I am hoping you don't mind but this is all I have for means of payment." The shaman presented the pearl in his hand, "I know it's unorthodox however I know the thing is going to be worth far more then the drinks and food. If there is some sort of issue with it I could pay with anything more.." He trailed off, knowing the pearl was worth about half as much as he stole just moment ago. 

"No..no, I'll go see if that's okay, please just a moment." The waitress took the pearl from Beris's fingers, looking it over a few times before turning and making her way off.

"I won't need any change, consider it a tip on top of services rendered." The shaman called out before the gal got too far away. With a low sigh, he let his voice slip back into it's natural tone. "It's a pain in the ass getting change from a gem, best to just let it go really." His eyes turned to look over the group of people that came in then back to Nesryn. "Pssst, hey." Hoping to get her attention for a moment, "You look tense. Tell me, what do you do day in and day out. If we 'are' going to be working together I would like to know that." He was fishing for a pattern, a routine, not only to talk about but also for a means of feeling out what she could handle and where her weak points maybe.

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“For now I’m fine.” Nesryn answered briefly before watching Beris with a small air of amusement. Of course, that small moment was quick to fade when the men, whom she was trying to steer clear of, walked further into the tavern and were getting a little too close to their table. 

Beris caught her attention, and she shifted her gaze away from the men to look at her employee.

“I work in a bakery, but I do odd jobs here and there.”

Nesryn spent most of her time during the day tending to customers, and baking bread. While her job there paid her a fair amount, she needed extra money so she would take on random odd jobs here and there. 

“I know it’s not action filled, but it’s a stable job and I really need the money.”

Nesryn glanced to the men who situated themselves three tables away. So far, they hadn’t noticed her presence. As long as it stayed that way, then things would surely go well. 

(I apologize for he shortness)

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(No reason to be sorry, sometimes it's all ya can get. Still good content though ?)

Beris listened to her and took the mental notes. 'Baker..right..strong but tender shoulders more then likely. stiffness in the neck, legs would be sore but good durability..hmm'

"Odd jobs huh..well, hopefully nothing too out there. Though if worse comes to worse, I can take care of some 'unwanted attention' you might catch. Besides, least I can do seeing that you're wheeling for me right now." He smiled, with a smug look on his face, the shaman leaned back in his seat. "Well, what else...ahh..you mentioned a missing thing..a gem right? We looking at a precious gem, family heirloom, or cursed soul stone type gem?" There were more questions on his mind but he would settle for this line and not overwhelm the poor girl too badly. 

"We might as well hammer out details why we wait. I need to know what you can do when we take the field. In return I'd be glad to tell you anything you could ask. It's a simple job from the sound of it and I can only guess we have time before we get there, plenty of time to get to know one another but I want to be as prepared as.." His ears could hear commotion coming from the back, shoes 'staggering' along the wood in an excited manner. Beris allowed his voice to slip back into the guise, "Hold that thought." He turned to see the waitress scurry back quickly with the drinks, a bottle of ale for Nesryn and a bottle of some old whiskey for Beris. 

There was a wide smile on the gal's face as she was huffing from running about. The excitement showed itself all over her body as well as in her voice, "I really hope the whiskey is what you were looking for. Is there anything else I can get you both? Maybe an order for some dessert or something for the go?" 

There was a light chuckle from Beris as he played the act. In truth he hated this situation greatly, however it wasn't stuffy tourists that would be dead if he had to suffer another week with them so he would tolerate it. "I believe we are quite alright for the time being. Though getting something for the road or even something sweet after I eat would be greatly appreciated. Perhaps keep the drink flowing and that should be it for me. Nes?" He turned to his new employer, hoping to get her opinion out while his eyes saw a few of the patrons starting to realize they were a bit lighter then before. 'Shit..well here we go..' 

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