Keryth had worried himself too much for no reason. This flower festival was great. He was actually glad Zyra rushed this journey. The bad news was that, like he suspected, there were plenty of cops around. But, the good news was, they were all too busy celebrating and enjoying the various stalls and shows at the festival that they seldom did their actual patrol duty. There was no shortage of merchants to loot and overly enthusiastic tourists to scam. By the time someone realized they had lost their belongings, it would already be too late. In short, this festival was a paradise for thieves.

So far, the day had been going really well for the dark-haired elf. So well in fact that Keryth was beaming with confidence. He was sure he could nick anything from anyone. As the day progressed, he had constantly picked more and more difficult targets, even going so far as to pickpocket an oblivious Rune Knight. A mixture of his experience, skill, and luck had kept him going so far. However, all that success was getting to his head, making him take risks that he usually wouldn’t. If he didn’t stop, it was only a matter of time before he would do something stupid to get caught.

And he wasn’t going to stop.

Zyra was so excited for this flower festival that she had gone off to make a checklist of things that she wished to do, leaving Keryth alone to do his thievery. It was almost sun down and he promised the princess that he would meet her at the central garden before the sun sets to watch the fireworks with her. There was still a little bit of time left for that. Surely, he could pick at least one more pocket before that. Or could he?

She heaved a long sigh, as she jotted down another activity for the elven younglings to engage in. She read the long list again, wondering if they would have the time to do all of it. It reminded her of her folly in wasting so many days in getting here... Her expression soured along with her mood, ever so briefly. Satisfied with the current items on her list, she paused amidst the crowd and narrowed her eyes to scour the faces in an attempt to look for her dark-haired elf. It would've been much easier to find him if everyone here had been elves, his appearance stood out like a sore thumb amidst others of their kind. But, he was lost between a crowd of humans and others... Made it much more difficult.

Her stomach growled, she needed food. Looking for Keryth was going to have to wait. She spotted a stall selling caramelized apples and she skipped her way to it. After making her order, she spotted a bench nearby, it'd make for a perfect vantage point to look for her elven partner. Merrily, she now hopped her way to the bench and noticed a child with a strange hairstyle sitting there. Too distracted by her own thoughts, she didn't care to look carefully enough till she had propped herself on the wooden structure.

Now that she was close enough another cursory glance downwards, as she stood on the bench, at the child revealed that the creature was not a child at all. She drew in a long breath and then squealed! 'Oh oh oh! They didn't tell me there was a circus, here?!' she chirped excitedly having never laid eyes on a dwarf before, but knowing of their fabled existence. Zyra assumed he was hired to entertain the guests here. 'Or do you do solo performances?' she noticed the striped fabric that hung bunched up on his shoulder, her eyes widened excitedly. 'Is that your costume?' she asked and before he had a chance to respond she placed her hands by her lips and yelled for her friend. 'KERYTH! KERYTH! You won't believe what I found!' she exclaimed.

The dark-haired elven thief was growing rather impatient with the lack of good targets in such a crowded street. All he could see was a bunch of late arrivals with near-empty wallets. Well, it was almost the end of the day; so, it made sense that people’s purses were a lot less heavy than it would have been in the morning. Still, it was annoying that he found no one worthy enough to invest his time and effort into robbing them.

It was finally time to meet with Zyra, and he did not wish to keep her waiting. The girl had been so hyper lately that even if he was a few seconds late, she runs off somewhere, leaving him to chase her around the entire festival.

With his hands in his pocket, the slightly annoyed Keryth walked leisurely towards the meeting spot, all the while kicking a small pebble along the way. He still kept an eye out for anyone who seemed wealthy, but had mostly given up at that point. Finally, when he turned a corner and reached the makeshift main lane lined with stalls, he spotted his lavender-haired partner. There she was being the centre of attention, again.

He had told her several times to keep a low profile, but of course she didn’t listen to him. He wanted to roll his eyes and look disappointed, but what if she got annoyed and asked for the golden dagger back? Keryth couldn’t risk that. So, he smiled and waved. She was always excited to see him whenever they met after parting ways (even if it was just a few seconds), but this time, it was a lot more exaggerated than usual. And when he saw the figure sitting on the bench she was standing on.

Woah! A dwarf?!

The target alert in his brain flared. Keryth had never seen a dwarf before, but knew of their existence from stories recounted back in the elven outpost. From what he heard, they were loaded with gold. The realization brought a wide smile upon the thief’s face. Finally, he hit the jackpot, or so he thought.

Walking up to the bench, Keryth introduced himself politely, unknowing that Zyra had already accidentally insulted the man by presuming he was from a circus. “Oh my! What a rare sight?!” he said, expressing his pleasant surprise. “Forgive my manners. I’m Keryth,” he said, extending his hand for a shake, all the while wondering where the dwarf could be hiding all his gold. Maybe in that thing that was bunched up over his shoulder?

As always, the lavender-haired princess had already stacked the odds against him by the time the dark-haired elf reached the scene. However, he obviously couldn’t be angry at her or the situation. After all, she was the princess and his trump card if and when the elven guards finally catch up to them. All the time he spent keeping a close eye on her would be a waste if she begun actively running away from him.

Keryth gave a nervous smile when the dwarf was visibly annoyed after being startled by his sudden appearance. If the short being was this jumpy, it would prove very difficult to slip his hands in and find the jewel purse without being caught. He might have to come up with a different strategy. After all, he did ask for a challenge.

The thief felt the nudge in his rib and the question that followed from Zyra. He ignored it for the time being. But, when Kurdran hopped off the bench and went to pick up the snack he dropped, Keryth took that opportunity to answer the princess. Clearly, he knew he couldn’t just say ‘I want to pickpocket the loaded dwarf’. So, he had come up with something else; an excuse that will make Zyra not jeopardize the situation more than it already had been.

“Dwarves perform for free if you are nice to them,” he whispered in her ear urgently. An obvious lie he cooked up out of nowhere. But will the naïve princess figure it out? He doubted it.

Keryth ducked slightly to avoid the flying piece of caramelized apple that the dwarf threw behind, almost straight at his face. The thief was annoyed, but he was a professional. He couldn’t let silly personal emotions hinder the goal. So, next came the even bigger lie. “No no! He is right. We owe him a proper apology,” he said, swiftly winking at his partner before walking towards Kurdran with a wide smile.

“I’ll do better than buy you this cheap apple. This is stuff that you can get no matter where you are in the world. I know of a stall that sells authentic, seasonal Orchidian confectioneries. Stuff that you can find only here and only at the time of the festival,” he said, sweetening the deal with every word. “And tell you what? The stall owner is a close friend of mine. And as a proper apology, I’ll put in a word so that he gives you massive discounts. What do you say?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

This was all an elaborate plan. First, he needed the dwarf to ease up to him. Second, he needed to know where he kept the bloody gold. If he agreed, the thief would have the chance to do both. Of course, Keryth knew of no authentic confectionery stall, let alone have a friend that ran one. Those were details that he would have to improvise on the go.

'For free?!' she said squeakily, interrupting her partner before he whispered the catch. 'Ohhhhh' she added, and nodded fervently, she'd play along if being nice is what it took to get this guy to give them a little spin and a twirl. Her response to the little piece of advice that Keryth bestowed upon her, she thought was a hushed and secretive enough, of course, it wasn't. The dwarf would've probably heard it, if he was paying any attention to her. Sometimes, tact was not her strongest suit, definitely not when the ropes were not in her hand.

Perhaps the elf would have better luck, if she was the was the one planning. Maybe with a prank or something. But alas, Keryth was too nice and would usually advice against it. She kind of understood why, humans had shorter lives, lesser time to deal with and get over the embarrassment that came attached with beings victims of a prank... But dwarves on the other hand... she thought, wickedly. Maybe when he did finally perform, she could make it just a tiny bit tougher for the short man.

She noticed how Keryth immediately dove into a persona that would lead to her wishes and she decided to follow suit. She nodded and feigned guilt. 'Yeah... You're right.' she said, to the dark-haired elf, then she turned to the little man. Keeping her eyes down cast, trained to the foot that was idly tracing arcs in front of her. She let her head hang in shame to hide the smirk that split her lips. 'I'm sorry Mr. Dwarf.' she said, in a soft singsong voice, much like a young child repeats after an adult when chastised and beckoned to do so. 'I'm sorry for screaming in your ears.' she added, wondering if the specificity would add credibility and serve to let him know just how apologetic she was. Maybe he could see through the overacting, hopefully, he wouldn't.

Keryth's second offer confused her a little bit. 'You didn't tell me you had friends here!' she exclaimed, in a slightly whiny tone. briefly she broke her assumed character. The Torvan elaborately created the idea of this beautiful stall and described treats that made Zyra's mouth water. 'Why wouldn't you tell me?!' she interjected again. 'I'd like to get something on discount too!' she said, hopefully aiding his little plan, without even realizing it, or maybe she was blowing it all up again. She quickly flipped out the notes she had on things they needed to do and proceeded to add this confectionery stall to it. The dwarf seemed pretty happy with the idea too, so maybe that would end up being the first thing they did.

But just then the little man mentioned he wasn't going to do any shows. She wasn't sure what primadonna meant, but he had to be referring to her since she was the only female around. Zyra turned away from the dwarf, since she'd gone a little red with rage. She inched closer to her partner. 'I'm trying so hard to be nice to this guy and he still won't do his damn job!' she said, to Keryth and hissing softly in his ears, hoping that he had a way to make the shorty change his mind. 'If the discounts don't cut it, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.' she added, before turning to the dwarf and giving him a very fake saccharine smile, that displayed her grit teeth. 'Let's go to this cake stall.' she announced, loud and clear for everyone.

When the dwarf actually returned an apology instead of simply accepting hers, Zyra's eyes widened, somewhat in guilt. She was quick to judge people and react, but she was also very quick to forgive and embrace. His admittance that he had a part to play in this encounter heading south, had her smiling a little more genuinely, although he still did blame her for her high pitched voice, the Elroth's smile just assumed a more sheepish character. 'Let's just put it behind us, I really want my sweets...'

The short man went so far as the then become agreeable, he sided with the lavender-haired elfling as they both turned on Keryth for his lack of manners when it came to keeping his lady informed. All in all, Zyra was just happy with the way the dwarf repeatedly implied that she and Keryth were more than friends and that the dark-haired one didn't refute it. Keryth's explanation had her feeling guilty all over again, she shouldn't have burst out like that, the Torvan always had a reason. 'Oh, that's so sweet of you!' she said, girlishly, clasping her hands together and swaying a little.

Keryth went on to drop his voice and explain that the dwarf might give her the performance she wanted after he ate. To which Zyra just nodded, if Keryth was willing to go as far as the get discounts for all of them, just so the princess could get what she wanted, she'd give him the time to do whatever he needed, to set the stage. For the moment though, she had to let the little man know that Keryth was the best and he always had his reasons.

'See, he actually treats me very well.' she said, turning towards the dwarf and grinning, she had to pacify the dwarf, since she was the one who had led the short guy to believe her friend was in the wrong. But then he went onto offer freebies, as some sort of a condolence, not to mention he called her thin. Elves naturally had a lean build and she was a young one, getting her to fatten up a little was going to be a tough task. 'Really? Really really?' she asked as though she couldn't believe the offer. 'Can it be whatever I want? Can it be more than just one?' she twittered excitedly, trying to make sure she didn't talk too loud though, in fear that she might upset the shorty and get him to rescind his offer. '...CAKE STALL.' she joined him in harmony as they started off.

But then it was all lost. 'What?! Nooo...' she said, cursing her luck when they stopped in front of a closed stall. She nodded earnestly in agreement, pouting a little at Keryth for being a little careless with their feelings. But she did tweak the agreed upon request a little bit, so it was in sync with what was available around them. 'I'm not having any other sweets, except the best ones that were promised, I'll wait till tomorrow if I have to.' she said, folding her hands stubbornly. A princess deserves the very best, a princess will not settle.

'Drinks for me are on you, right?' she asked the dwarf plucking up the bright attitude again. Without realizing, she was trying to take the light away from Keryth owing the two anything. Perhaps, her secretly stingy partner ought to be glad that she wasn't being a hindrance for once, but she'd never know. 'And snacks? So I can get' she added and made a gesture that indicated her getting fatter. She peered at the dwarf intently, hoping he wouldn't deny her and then dramatically finished with 'You're not going to break your promise too... are ya? I won't be able to take it anymore.'

Zyra was a little taken aback by the gruff manner in which the tiny being manhandled or rather dwarf-handled her fellow elf. Her fingers had flown up to her face in shock, but while the gesture was quite provoking, things did not escalate beyond that. Props to her lovely friend for handling things so well. Surprisingly, a small part of her was glad for it, Keryth had squashed her hopes, after all, this minor consequence felt fair. 'Don't tell me what to do, small man!' she exclaimed, but it was far more playful than before, this was just her good-natured rebellion striking.

The dwarf wasn't too keen on postponing the confectionary consumption for an entire other day, she frowned the girl really wasn't used to disagreement, let along having her form criticized. 'I'm just of a lean build... okay?! Don't let my looks decieve you!' she said squealing and balling up her fists defensively upon being called malnourished. She looked at Keryth, hoping for support but he merely smiled awkwardly, she threw him a scathing look before folding her hands stubbornly. He meanwhile, was more interested in convincing the dwarf of the possibility of desserts in the bar. In all fairness, Zyra didn't know that much about the human world, so she had no option but to trust the dark-haired elf.  

What she did know, was the details about the elven outpost, having grown up there... Or rather, having been practically imprisoned there for most of her life. It was strange how she still came to the defense of her race, it was almost mechanical. 'Obviously, the teahouse doesn't serve alcohol, it does have sweet treats though...' she answered very seriously, perhaps missing the jest there. Next, she found it prudent to add that the elves made some of the best alcoholic beverages. Unfortunately, she'd only ever sneaked a sip or two to confirm at the gatherings her maternal family hosted. 'And for your information, the elves make some of the best brews, we know just the right fruits to pick and just when to pick them and just how long to ferment them...' she elaborated, haughtily snapping her head between the two males so her silken lavender pony swung itself over her shoulder and the strands draped themselves over her chest.

Dwarf man didn't think she could handle her liquor. He was right, but she didn't know that herself. She was quite easily pulled towards him, which didn't help her case. Zyra was a lanky girl, she wasn't too tall within her own race, but definitely among the taller ones amidst the humans. She arched her spine so her chest wasn't in the dwarf-man's face. 'Pfft. I just told you, the elven stuff is the real thing, I had it all the time growing up.' she lied, while her words were smooth, but it throws a lot of shade on the elves, it'd be mighty irresponsible of them to let a young girl such as herself consume alcohol in copious quantities. Unlike the dwarves, elves were definitely not infamous for being reckless that way. 'I don't need to be a fat little man to drink you outta the bar, dwarf-man, I'm in, don't blame me when you singlehandedly help the guy make great profits!' she added, jerking her chin towards the rather bemused bartender, with her hands on her hips now.

While Keryth took it upon himself to make the order the dwarf disagreed calling the Orchidian meads too light, Zyra simply nodded sagely as she wriggled out of the dwarf's hold and sat herself down. The elf pretended to have superior knowledge about this liqour stuff too. 'Yeah Keryth! I want to beat him fair and square. Take a look at what they offer and get us the strongest stuff.' she said, narrowing her eyes and staring down at the dwarf with a smirk as she emphasized. 'Before we start, gimme your name, so I have something to forget later' she teased and smiled, the idea of a competition and made her giddy, her glee was likely to be infectious. 'Or I could just call you stout-man all night.' she said, waving her hand playfully and bravely proclaiming that she'd be able to last all evening long and through the night too. Her eyebrows rose as she waited for Keryth to fetch their special drinks.

Things looked rather tense there for a moment when he broke the apparently unfortunate news of the stall being closed. But, thankfully, he got away with just a soft elbow bump and it was easy to excite the two of them about something different. The dark-haired elf had no idea whether the bar sold sweets. He just added that information in a moment of desperation to convince the dwarf to let his shirt go. The thief would have to improvise again in case the bar had absolutely nothing sweet to offer. He did take the opportunity when Zyra responded, to set the groundwork if it turned out otherwise. “Yeah! We have the best wine in all of Fiore. And we do love a well-baked cake along with it,” he lied. “Not sure how the humans do it here,” he added.

Before even they reached the bar, the two engaged in a drinking challenge. Keryth wanted only one of the two to be wasted that night and it was not the elven princess. Uh oh! He had to find a way to ensure Zyra did not get too inebriated, for he did not trust her to say the right things in that state. What if she gave up that they were two elves on the run from their land and he was wanted for stealing an important artefact from them? Even worse would be if she yelled about her heritage amidst the crowd and attracted the guards. The trio had reached the bar and the young elf had no plan yet to stop this mishap. So, he attempted to start off easy with the easy Orchidian sweet wine. Unfortunately, however, the dwarf caught on real quick and the naïve elf echoed his concern.

“Alright… Alright! Jeez… I’ll go tell the bartender to give us his strongest and ask if they have any sweets,” he said, getting off the stool and walking towards the bartender who was several feet away from them, busy getting their drinks ready. In the few seconds that it took for him to reach the bartender, he had concocted a brilliant plan. Tapping the bar softly, he hissed at the bartender and motioned for him to come closer. The bartender found it very suspicious and began muttering something about how they don’t sell any drugs. “No… I’m not asking for drugs. In fact, I’m helping you out here,” he whispered. “You see, the girl is underage but she will throw a tantrum if you don’t make her think she is drinking. On the other hand, if you don’t give your strongest drink to the dwarf there, he is going to go berserk and destroy your bar. So, you know what to do… Oh! And you will face both if you don't give something sweet along with the drinks,” he said, winking at the bartender.

Hearing the dark-haired elf’s words, the bartender went pale and nodded vigorously. With a satisfied smile on his face, Keryth walked back to his stool and sat down. “All set! He is giving us all the strongest drink he has got and also some sweets. As I said, first round is on me!” he said, grinning at the two of them.

'Oh you're on!' she said, smiling deviously. The young elfling really was way too confident for someone who had barely had a few sips of alcoholic beverages. It wasn't even false bravado, it was fool-hardy faith in her own abilities that carried her into making such tall claims. Well, it really wasn't too tough to make tall claims around a short man like him. She had a smirk etched onto her face as they waited for Keryth to arrange the drinks. Comically, she brought her hands up to her face as her mouth opened wide in shock, her reaction perhaps was a tad bit excessive. 'Glitter butt?! GLITTER BUTT?! How dare you! I'll... I'll show you, short-shit!' she exclaimed, frowning and shaking her fist while holding his gaze, surprised at the expletive she'd used, clearly she wasn't too great at this pre-drinking sledging game. She really couldn't come up with anything just yet, but if this continued she'd find her own vault of unsavory things to call the little man.

She wasn't holding grudges though, this (un)healthy competition was just what she needed to glean some entertainment tonight. Besides, it was like she'd landed the cherry on top of her cake, who would've ever thought she'd run into a dwarf on her adventures. She found herself wondering if he too had slipped away from his home town and if they actually had more in common than she realized. She'd drummed the table with her finger tips as she found herself wondering what was taking so long for Keryth to order. 'Keryth, what's the hold up...? Its just a few words...' she said, impatiently, her princess demeanor shining through her terrible play-pretend at being a citizen. 'Cake and strongest liquor' she added, loud enough for the bartender to hear her and summarizing their order.

She scowled at him and flicked her lavender her. She knew a thing or two about warfare, at least she thought she did. 'It takes brains, not brawn to scare bears.' she said huffily. Scrunching up her face she added 'And you've got neither... not really considering how small you are, your girth doesn't quite make up for your size.' she said in an attempt to decimate this pride of his. As the slung slurs after slurs at each other, he finally slipped in an introduction. 'Kurdan Briggs... I'll just call you Kiggs, suits you better.' she said, nodding to herself, as though sealing the deal. 'I'm Zyra Elroth, pr-' she stopped herself just in time, Keryth's interruption was rather effective too, she wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but it'd saved them from being discovered. 'Oh yes! Ready to take you down! Can't wait.' She said. 'He's going to drink me to... I don't even know, but... what a joke.' she added now filling in her partner as she scoffed and found herself grinning like a jackass. Clearly, just the thought of getting drunk was enough for her to lose herself just a little bit.

Her eyes darted from her rival to the bartender who was finally bringing in the drinks. He bought them a bubbly amber fluid in large glass beer mugs. For some reason, he looked very nervous, but that wasn't what bothered Zyra, he seemed to be more anxious about the dwarf than about her. But I'm the scarier one... she thought with glumness. Nonetheless, she'd have to prove herself now, that was the only way things would even out. In a rather determined manner, she grabbed the glass that the bartender had very deliberately placed in front of her and swiftly chugged it down, dramatically she set the glass back down on the table and wiped the side of her mouth with her free hand. The liquid was rather sweet, the wine she'd tasted the other day had a lingering bitterness to it, this one did not. Zyra didn't question it, this tasted better and she assumed the stronger the stuff, the sweeter it was.

She stared at the dwarf with her large lavender eyes, a wide grin plastered across her face. Her eyes fell on the shabby looking rock cake he'd left in the middle of the table, but true to her word, she refused to eat the sweet. Of course, she had no idea that she'd only had some juice, she was convinced it was alcoholic and so found herself letting loose a peal of giggles...

As he walked back to his seat after setting things up with the bartender, he heard the trailing end of the sledging that went on between the two. Scared she was going to offend the dwarf and scare him away before he could have the chance to swindle him, he frowned at Zyra and chided her. “Hey now! That’s no way for an elven lady to speak,” he said, acting as though he cared for manners in its true sense.

The introductions that followed made Keryth want to roll his eyes and scream at the princess; instead, he kept his frozen smile on and tapped his foot impatiently to vent his frustration. He had warned her so many times to not give her real name so flippantly, and there she goes yelling it out loud in a bar. There was no way he could cover up for it now, so he unwillingly followed suit. “Lovely meeting you Mr. Briggs. I’m Keryth Torvan,” he said. Just then, the bartender arrived with their drinks and… cake? It barely looked like one. Well, he couldn’t complain.

Keryth watched carefully as the bartender placed the three mugs down in front of them. He avoided the dark-haired elf’s eyes, but the way he deliberately put one mug very close to Zyra was indicative enough that he had followed his instructions. Thankfully, he had had the brains to make all the drinks look the same. The thief hoped the dwarf wouldn’t suspect any foul play. Picking up his mug, he said, “Cheers!” before taking a sip out of it.

The damn thing was really strong. Luckily, he wasn’t part of this drinking competition and from the way Zyra didn’t flinch away, it was apparent she wasn’t drinking the same thing that he and Kurdran was. “So… How come you are here amidst the men?” he asked curiously. It’s not like he cared. But, he had to wait until the short one was drunk enough for him to attempt emptying his pockets. So, why not ease him up with conversation until that point?

She just rolled her eyes when he called her a tree thumper, since she had no idea what that menat or implied, she just took it in her dismissive stride. Zyra was coming up short on the insults, while she'd always believed she was sassy, she usually didn't get too many chances to just run wild with her thoughts and words. So this was definitely going to be a cherished moment, one where she got to try this whole word battle thing. She found herself picking sides more often than not today. Swiftly she joined the dwarf in turning firing their jests at her fellow elf when he tried to educate her on manners.

'Now you sound like my father's men...!' she exclaimed and rolled her eyes. 'Yeah.. lemme ya- HEY! Wait I min, I don't yap!' she exclaimed, now scowling at the little man. Her expressions were transient, fleeting little glimpses that denoted her equally quick-paced thoughts. Their conversation flitted from insults to bluff boasts. 'Oh you can hug bears is it? You sure that wasn't an accident? You don't look like someone who uses too much thought...' she said snickering with a playful shrug, in response to his tall claim of throwing bears around.

'Does all muscle jiggle and wiggle that way?' she asked in a snarky manner. Unfortunately she had no muscles of her own to show off with, but it was apparent while they had very different forms, both lacked severely in that department. 'My name is super fancy!' she retorted a little miffed that he didn't think so, 'You out of all people should know something doesn't have to be long and big to be fancy, right?' she asked, half praising the man, with the implication that perhaps with a lot of work, he too could be considered fancy.

Following their everlasting banter, the drinks arrive and of course Zyra was able to withstand the force of basically no alcohol and just a lot of sugar. In anticipation of the alcoholic hit though, even the sugar rush was rather exaggerated. 'TOLD YA' she boasted, giggling some more and actually rather thrilled at being praised. She'd always assumed that the dwarf's approval wouldn't matter to her, but somehow it did. Maybe she just enjoyed being told she was good at things, opportunity to engage in such contests were also never afforded to her while she grew up in the sheltered prison of her home. 'I'm the best!' was her response, which she thought was fine, especially under the influence of alcohol, right? She didn't have to defend Keryth or let the little man know that he was a friend...

He was probably just yanking Keryth's leg, just the way he was for Zyra, the Torvan could definitely take it. In fact, pulling him into this volley of slurs, may mean he'd drop his goody two shoes attitude, maybe... Additionally, she wanted to bask in the glory of the moment. If only she had known that the odds were stacked against her competitor and that there really was no glory in winning unfairly...

'Why no talking? Can't keep track of all that while drinking, well I guess I beat you there, brawny...' she said with a wink. 'You can ask me anything, I'll remember, in fact, I challenge you to tell us more after we chug down the second round!' she exclaimed and looked towards Keryth and the bartender to arrange for the next set of drinks. The dwarf took it upon himself to rush the process along and true to his word he paid up for it too. She smiled happily and clapped her hands together, still giggling, this felt like reward money, she was winning this... She was so sure. 'My belly is magical...' she responded in a sing song voice. Subconsciously, she'd probably find herself mimicking the actions of the dwarfman, based on his level of inebriation, while she remained alcohol free.