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“Indeed I am.” Nesryn murmured with a light smile to follow, before the corner of her lips shifted down into a neutral line while the amusement was wiped straight from her visage at his following questions. 

The gem was still a wonder to the world. There were a variant of stories that all trickled down to the same thing: the gem was hidden in Whispernight Ruins, and it would grant the person who finds its powers. 

“I suppose it’s more of a precious gem, but really I’m not sure.” The brunette paused as the male continued to speak, and occasionally she would nod in understanding. 

It wasn’t long before the waitress returned with their drinks, and Beris resumed his act. There was a light flush to the girl’s cheeks, while a couple of strands fell loose from her braid, a clear indication that she had been bustling around waiting on tables. Even then, she still wore that smile of hers, and it made Nesryn wonder what was driving this woman’s lightheartedness. If she were in the waitress’s position, then surely the tavern’s patrons would only get a forced smile out of here at this point. 

“For now, I’m fine.” Nesryn replied briefly, hoping it would get the girl to leave their table as quick as possible. She and Beris had matters to discuss and details to run through, and that couldn’t happen if they kept getting interrupted. The brunette patiently waited for the girl's departure before looking to Beris once more. 

“What you mentioned earlier, I agree. We should try to learn about each other to make this trip easier. I do-“ Nesryn started as the girl had taken her leave, but was once again interrupted as a shrill scream tore through the chitter chatter and laughter. The elf woman Beris had snagged from earlier was frantically searching on the floor for surely one of the valuables the shaman had in his possession. 

“Looks like we’ll have to take our whole meal to go.” Nesryn joked as she glanced to Beris.

 

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Beris was still listening to the crowds, the sounds of tension beginning to rise was not a good sign. The patrons had caught on faster then he hoped. The shrill scream made a scene and he knew he'd be the target of bad attention very soon. This would call for either violence, persuasion, or even some very well worked stealth if they would take their trip on the road. The first two options sounded best. The elf woman was searching for Beris now, the shaman kept his cool and made sure not to seem as though he had done anything wrong. There was a slight look over to Nesryn as he was planning this out. Mischief came to his mind as a fairly dark mannered smile crossed his face.

"Well..it might be show time fairly soon." The shaman popped open the bottle, tipping it back to take the equal of a few shots of the whiskey which moved down smooth enough. "You 'are' my boss after all, I'll let you decide when we're ready to go." The shaman sat back in the seat looking confident and even a bit cocky believing this situation was going to be easy to work around. 

"Days like this I wish I knew more illusory or even charm style magic, but I can still work a good angle...get her upset, rile her up...yeah..I got the angle, this'll be fine." His thoughts were forming externally while he worked out how to defend against this elf as well as a back up for how to explain those he'd bumped into as well. "Hmm..well this is going to be fun. So you wanted to get to know me more? Ask away, I get the feeling you'll see my handy work at play." The thought of a shill was coming to mind though he did not wish to give that necklace back now. 

"You start this game, I'll ask my questions next unless you are too eager to ask another." Beris was not looking to the woman much. Instead his eyes were studying the surroundings like a hunter. Once he'd gained a good feel for his surroundings he spoke again. The sounds of heels stamping around was enough to know it would not be long before they were disturbed by a very outraged elf.

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The tavern only seemed to grow louder at the woman's scream that had effectively caught many of the patron's attention. Causing a scene clearly didn't bother the woman as it only seemed to fuel the fire in her gaze while she looked amongst the crowd. She was searching, and it wouldn't be long before their table would be the center of entertainment for the night. 

"Well, we haven't even received our meal yet. I'd at least like start this travel with a decent meal." 

Normally, Nesryn would try to avoid any type of trouble as that was the last thing she needed, but she frankly just wanted to test Beris. There was no doubt in her mind that he knew how to wield his weapons well, so what she really wanted to test out was his mind. To see how he would handle the situation; how he would get himself out of the trouble he had caused. Casually reaching for her drink, Nesryn brought the bottle to her lips while listening to the shaman speak, and took a long sip. Might as well loosen up for the upcoming scene that was heading their way. 

"Alright, my first question: have you ever dealt with a fuming elf? Because if not, well here's your first." Nesryn set her bottle back on the table, and watched the elf woman step in front of their table, and slightly blocked their way to get out of the booth.

"You! You drunk-you THIEF!" She screeched while pointing an accusing finger at the shaman. 

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Beris let a sigh of displeasure come from his lips at knowing this was going to be a bother. "I'll try to end this quick and peacefully. If all else I may need to slip that necklace on someone else. Don't let her see it if it comes to that." There was little time to think before the elf came over to his table fuming. His eyes had already found a suitable mark for a shill operation. A similar soul to himself, a smooth looking fellow trying to appease some young fling not far from the bar. If all else failed, Beris could simply write it off as a failed operation and just put his more lethal skills to the test. With a trip like this, either would work fine. 

The elf was closing in on him now, there was a look in her eye of fire, she appeared to be a live wire. "Easy easy now lady. Bite that tongue of yours. I just came in from a long trip to sit down and have a nice meal before casting off for a trip with my employer here." Beris shoved the woman out of the way so he could stand up and open his small gem pouch as well as his pouch of shamanistic fetishes which aided in casting as well as focus. "Besides, I 'ave enough wealth to go around as is, ask the lady who waited on us. If that's not enough for you, then I'll bare myself to let you rummage through my things you crazed fool." The words he spoke projected his strength of will as well as confidence. "Gods above..Nesryn I apologize for this rude interruption to an otherwise well meeting." Beris turned back to look at his employer before turning back to the elven mark. 

"Well? Do I need to strip barren for you, 'madame', or did you simply wish to accuse me for something you misplaced?" There was an emphasis on his annoyance and offense to her accusation of him. With his size and stature, most folk backed down with just his words and size, however this woman was elvish, and rich enough to afford wealth such as what she carried around. Irrationality would more then likely follow, however Beris needed but to simply win the crowd over for this to end, if the worst came to it, the poor man at the bar would be the target of a shill and would take the fall.

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The elf didn’t take kindly to being shoved out of the way, if anything it only infuriated her further. The furrow of her brow deepened while the curl of her lips tightened. At the mention of Nesryn, the woman looked to the brunette and sent her a glare. 

“To hell with your meeting! Your employee stole my necklace!” Returning her blazing glare to the shaman, she rushed forward and began to tug at his clothes. “Strip! I do not care!” To this Nesryn slipped out of the booth and rushed to pull the woman back. “For such a high standing elf, you surely lack manners.” Nesryn stated while pulling the woman back. “Unhand me you wench!” The elf woman shouted as she struggled in Nesryn’s grip. 

One of the elf’s hands slipped free and she delivered a punch to Nesryn’s jaw that sent the girl’s head snapping to the side and released the elf. 

Nesryn’s knowledge on hand to hand combat wasn’t necessarily the richest, but a simple brawl surely didn’t require much knowledge of fighting, did it? She was a baker not some trained fighter.  Whatever the case, Nesryn felt a surge of anger coarse through her and she gave the elf a punch of her own. 

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Beris had started to undo the straps around his vest and slide off his jacket from around his waist before the two women had gotten into a fight. It happened so fast he hadn't had a chance even process what had happened before the two women were fighting each other in the bar. Two things could happen in Beris's mind. Option 1, let the fight play out and shill the man in question as he would sick the rage of the elf on him instead, option 2, keep the necklace for now, have the elf and Nesryn fight for now, find an ideal opportunity to slip the necklace back onto the elf and than steal it before they left.

Truthfully, option 2 was sounding far more fun than option 1. Instead of calming the situation down, Beris would instead amp it up. "You damn curr, get her, bloody wench." Beris was waiting for a good chance to slip his hands over and take back the necklace from Nesryn.

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The elf's head, much like Nesryn's had, snapped to the side while she stumbled a few steps back. Her arms flailed out to keep herself balanced before settling on her assaulted cheek, her thinly narrowed eyes settling on Nesryn once more. If it wasn't enough, Beris' words seemed to amplify her rage. Nesryn looked to her employee with furrowed brows, as if asking why are you egging her on? It was amusing to see the elf worked up, but she would really prefer to start her journey without a bruised eye.

She wasn't allowed another second to think as the elf came charging at her. She shot her fist out, which, miraculously, Nesryn narrowly dodged as she leaned back, before reaching out once more to grip Nesryn deep brown locks with a tight fist and yanked her froward. A grunt left the girl's lips, but she didn't hesitate to swing out her fist to hit the elf square in the jaw, before pushing her off.

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Beris watched the elf gain more anger. This was what he needed. She wasn't thinking straight now. A straight blow came to Nesryn but she evaded it, just barely. 

Beris came to Nesryn's side one she had a moment to breath. In a low breath he spoke quickly, "The necklace, where did you stash it?" He made the message quick before moving from Nesyrn to grasp the elf woman around her wrist. "Hey now, I'm not keen on fighting someone as weak as yourself but I'm not going to idly sit by and let you take swings at my boss little lady." 

Beris was continuing his plan to get her further rilled up. It would give Nesyrn a moment to breathe. If this elf would attempt to strike him, Beris would since her away and move back to give Nesyrn a chance to answer his question so he could attend to get the necklace ready to put back on the elf's person.

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Perhaps in another circumstance, Nesryn would have enjoyed the rush of adrenaline a brawl could exert, but she was much more concerned on using her energy on the upcoming journey. Besides, she wasn’t the most experienced fighter out there, so she was sure she wouldn’t leave the fight without a scratch. 

The elf was disgusted that such a man had taken hold of her wrist. “Unhand me, you filthy thief!” She shouted before delivering a punch to his chest. At this point, they were the show of the night. Every single pair of eyes in the tavern were watching the fight, a hint of amusement in their gazes. 

Nesryn raised a brow as she processed Beris’ question. She had known that the elf would come looking so she had hidden them inside of her brassiere. If they had decided to pat them down, they wouldn’t have found them that easily. Why did he want it now?

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The blow to Beris was nothing more than a love tap from a wild woman. After she struck him, Beris shoved her back with some force, hoping it would make her loose balance and fall backwards. It was enough to gather distance. He would swing back to Nesryn's side. "Unless you have a better idea, I'd been planning on putting it back on her than to save your rep than taking it back before we leave. I leave the decision in your hands boss." Again he spoke quietly and quickly. 

Beris moved to stay in front of Nesyrn, he was taking a defensive approach and would wait for a wild charge from the elf he'd been antagonizing. It was enough to get a mischievous rise in him but that was about it. He was wait, hips sunk, body lower to the ground, arms out wide to his sides ready to catch an elf, a bull, or even a minotaur at this position. 

In his mind, Beris was already in Nesyrn's employment and it was going to be her word here on in. If she did not care about the overall reputation of working with him that might be deemed a pickpocket, well that was not his issue any more. After all, he was still new and a drifter, mostly, but right now, he was not a working member of the Ardesian house hold; Right now he was Berislav Weyshla Pithani, the frost raider. His body language was that of someone getting joy out of all of this.

(Sorry bout the short post)

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A gasp resounded from the woman as she stumbled back into the crowd that had began to form around them, whom helped keep the elf on her feet and pushed her towards the awaiting shaman. The elf took the momentum to rush towards the man, the crowds excitement reaching an all time high, but all too soon their fun was cut short when the elf was stopped dead in her tracks by an arm that wrapped around her torso. "Alright! That's enough!" The deep voice of the tavern's owner demanded as he glared down at her. Nesryn took the opportunity to quickly reach into her shirt, pull the necklace from underneath, and took a step forward as she slyly slipped the problematic jewels into his hand. "What's the problem here?" The tavern owner questioned as he looked between both parties. The last thing he desired was for a couple of drunks to trash the place, and bring it crumbling down to the soles of his feet. Nesryn instantly stepped forward to stand besides Beris. "This woman is falsely accusing my employee of thievery-" A loud scoff resounded from the elf, "You lying bitch!" "-and she's begun this silly ruckus on some silly assumption." In those seconds, the elf managed to slip free of the man's grasp and rushed forward, her fist raised, ready to deliver a punch to Nesryn's face. The brunette was ready though, and easily ducked down, before gripping the fabric of her clothes and pushing her 'unintentionally' towards Beris.

(It's completely fine!)

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Beris took the necklace and slipped it into his pouch. When the bar owner came out, Beris sighed with relief. Though this was short lived as the elf came charging for Nesyrn. The time for playing around was over now that the owner had gotten involved.

Nesyrn ducked and ended up sending the elf towards Beris. His arms caught the elf woman and wrapped around her. "Aye, I'll take it outside boss man. Sorry, just a bit of rough housing from this gal, I think she's a tad too drunk." Again good false accent was strong, sounding as the wisened old man. His arms held a strong grip, using his full arm strength to carry the woman. 

Beris returned his attention to Nesyrn. "I'll handle this real quick." Beris would lift the elf of the ground and begin to carry her out, regardless of how hard she would attempt to strike him. His entire demeanor changed as that of a father about to discipline a daughter. Once he got her outside, Beris would release the woman. "Go ahead, strike if you wish, scream if you'd like. We are no longer inside the bar, the game is now fair play and I do not pull punches for women who strike my employers. Regardless of looks, I do not let that fly." 

Beris stood with his arms to his side, no stance, he simply stood there, waiting to see if this elf would strike him or walk away. Intent to kill was present all over Beris it was as though he was a different person out in the open air. 

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The atmosphere instantly shifted the second the tavern owner got involved, even Beris’ demeanor changed. He adopted the fake accent once more to which the elven grew suspicious of. “Drunk? I am not drunk! You lying thief! You just cha-ah!” The woman gasped in shock as he hoisted in his arms, and Nesryn shared the elf’s surprise as she watched with a raised brow. Well, she certainly hadn’t expected for her employee to resort to such a tactic, but whatever helped them get out of there without such a fuss was more than welcomed. Nesryn’s brown eyes, along with the rest of the tavern, watched Beris carry the squirming woman out of the tavern, before people started to resume their seats. She cleared her throat and made her way out of the tavern, hoping that the elf wasn’t causing a ruckus outside. 
 

The woman glared the shaman down. The nights events had taken a turn and not in her favor. She was still missing her necklace, and this man was faking another identity. She wanted nothing more than to strike him and search him for her the prized jewel, but with the way he was standing and the calmness of his voice only worked to intimidate her. “Give me my necklace. I know you have it!” Of course, it wasn’t enough to keep her from shouting out demands. “Tone it down will ya? Your grating voice is killing my ears.” Nesryn stated as she sent the elf a look once she stepped out on the deck. “Look, he doesn’t have your necklace. Your probably dropped it or something, so just let us get on with our evening.” She was still starving, and she had been looking forward to the chicken pie. 

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Beris was still in the focused mindset. There were a few paths he could pursue at this crossroad. The shaman took the most passive of the routes and dug his hand into his gem pouch. Inside was a small pearl, close to the one he used to pay for the meal. He held the cheapest pearl he had in between his fingers. Beris's voice was in it's normal tone, no tricks, no fake voices, he spoke clearly and precisely. "I don't have your necklace, I never saw it on you the whole night. This is all I can offer besides trying to keeping my eye open for anyone that could have potentially taken the necklace. It won't pay for the cost of your necklace but it's the best I can do to help you for what you lost."

Beris stood there waiting for her response. He was still intense, even for being generous. It was the best thing he could do given he had been caught. Beris would refuse to give back the necklace, even if he was caught with the necklace in his off hand that was hidden in his pocket, Beris still would not give it back, and would fight anything or anyone unfortunate enough to attempt to stop him. His stare at the elf was like daggers aimed at her eyes. Beris was not angered but his demeanor and his aura was heavy. If things went south he would not hesitate to strike this woman unconscious.

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The elf’s narrowed eyes followed the shaman’s hand as it dug into the pouch, a sense of relief falling on her shoulder as she thought the man was going to hand over her necklace. A satisfied smirk danced along the corner of her lips until he presented her a cheap pearl. The woman stared at it with disgust before smacking the tiny jewel out of his hand. “You dare offer me such rubbish.” She was offended that he even presented that to her. 
The elven woman’s ill mannered reaction fueled Nesryn’s anger, as she watched the pearl bounce on the stone pavement. Any poor soul would consider themselves lucky to even have such a tiny pearl, especially when they had less than that. It really showed how ungrateful and full of herself she was. “You ungrateful bitch. He didn’t have to offer you that pearl, especially when he didn’t steal your necklace.” It was a lie, but it gave her the opportunity to unleash her anger at her wastefulness. “I suggest you return inside and refrain from infuriating me further, or I’ll have my employee take care of you.” Nesryn warned as she crossed her arms over her chest. The elf’s glare shifted fo Nesryn before she looked to Beris. Something must have told her that this fight wouldn’t end well for her because she started cursing them in their elven tongue and slipped inside the tavern. 

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