Duskweed smoke snakes around the wooden pillars as the patrons fill the room with lively conversation and revelry. Barmaids saunter from table to table, providing drinks and food for the jovial if not exhausted adventurers, retelling their tales to their companions.
While others partake in the inn's lascivious offerings, heading down to the underground rooms with or with a few courtesans.
"Where in diva name are they?" said Rook impatiently while fiddling with his empty stein, actioning the lid with his thumb. The orange cat-man yawned and rubbed the top of his black hair.
"getting fidgety, are we cat? worried there won't be any whores left for you?" ordin said as he checked his axe keenness. The dogman, a white retriever mix, carefully rubbed this thumb over the blade.
"Not worried about them ordin? Thought you liked Annabella."
"She's a capable girl," he said most endearingly as he thought about her. Then his face soured "besides, the backstabber is probably with her", Lifting his axe to strike the table.
His arm stopped moving before his axe bit into the wood. A large black-furred hand grasped his wrist, preventing movement.
From behind, a long muzzled face came closer to Ordin's ear. "I do nuh think di innkeepa wud inner luv yah destroying his furniture," she said softly and continued. "I don't wish tuh sleep outdoor again because yah can't control yuh hot-headedness.."
She moved closer to him, pushing her substantial bosom into the back of his head. She pulled the axe from his hand effortlessly and let go of him.
Ordin got off his chair and stood to the 7-foot-tall black jackaless. his height hardly reaches her shoulders. "Give it back you thie-"
"I nuh gonna give dis back until yah learn tuh behave yuh temper! now sit yuh backside."
The jackal women one-handedly push the Norse hound back into his chair while she kneeled beside the table on some pillows next to him. Her muscular legs folded and she stretched out her toned arms and yawned, arching her strong back, flexing her toned belly and sticking out her ludicrous breasts that were barely contained by her jall'nara tribal attire. The axe still in her hand she placed it over her lap.
Ordin looked at her and then let out a huff and looked away.
After a moment, Rook asked, "what do you think, mampai?" Thinking to keep eye contact and not look at her chest.
She gave Rook a look that made him uneasy. 'did I look?' he worried while maintaining eye contact. Finally, she said, "yuh nah sleeping with mi!"
Rook was taken aback, "tha- that's not what I meant, I mean-"
"yuh witch fren is fine. Rickard wid her"
Although Rook has been helping mampai with common pronunciations, the Jall'nara accent still shows through.
"like a maggot in a bucket." said ordin under his breath
"what?" said Rook
"what?" said Ordin
Rook shook his head and looked into the crowd, searching the mass of patrons.