#rhitta

There would be clear confusion on her face at the bartender's face, only managing a questioning 'hum' at her answer. There wasn't a shift when the glasses were taken, not following the movements until she had returned, giving the delirious monk an offer she couldn't refuse.

Figuratively...and literally.

'You....sure?' Her voice went high at the end, almost theatrical in tone. 'Sssurely there are other's coin you could t-take....issn't this bad for busssiness?' She would sit up, a slight sway in her movement.

'Not wrong to think that. Rough trip through the...urgh...whatsitcalled...mountain ridge? Pass?' She clearly struggled to recall the name, shaking her head. 'Bad weather...took longer than I thought....forgive me for wanting a good time to compensate...' A stupid smirk quirked her lip, followed by a tired chuckle. '...Guess I overdid it...ne?'

Blis opened the wooder door, walking inside. Was the first time he came by this one, he usually visited taverns with bad reputation closer to the strip clubs, but this time he was low on money and he would prefer if he didnt get tempted.

He surely didnt make any attempt to be subtle. His heavy boots made quite some noise on the wooden floor, and his statute was too big for Piltovians. Not to mention he wore his armor. Noone wears armor in this city.

He gave a quick glance to the patrons, who were quick to avert their gaze, and walked towards the bar. He took a nice seat in front of it and looked at the woman cleaning the glasses. She was tall, more like a colleague than a barwoman

This will be a different starter call than usual as it will be for my newest muse, Rhitta. Just like this post and we can plot something out!