Amaya the only one here?

"No no no, milk," a certain young, wild-haired man tries to insist to the bartender tending for the drinks in the Fernwood, who... well, looks at the fellow clad in a sleeveless shirt with no small amounts of bemusement. "I don't want beer, just... milk. You... have some, right? Surely?"

"Just ale, booze and water here, lad," the rough bartender responds then, with a vague scoff of a sound sent down towards the younger man, who... well, not quite pouts, but almost.

"...I'll take some water then, I guess," he murmurs, quietly, and almost lets himself slump against the bar counter, with his arms all wrapped up in bandage-like lengths of cloth folding up together on the surface of it.

Well, this pub certainly beats the less-than-respectable taverns that Amaya has been going to since she's got into this city so it is without surprise that she lets out a low whistle once she goes past the threshold of the door, one hand on her hip as she takes in the surroundings and the people gathered in. She walks towards the bar and upon hearing someone ordering water she lifts both brows. "Water..? By Tarien, we aren't horses to be drinkin' such foul stuff." but she does grin at the wild-haired man before tapping on the counter and calling the bartender. "I will have some booze, and don't water it." she sniffs, "I got a good nose to detect if it ain't right."

Aya exits one of the rooms on the upper level to the mezzanine. She loiters there a moment, looking down upon the main floor and the patronage therein.

And in walks Kisa from the back, along with a half-elf that usually tends the bar. Behind the both of them is another lady carrying a clipboard. "And so we bought you the eggs, flour, salt, 'n' stuff." A glance to the half-elf from Kisa, "Of course the milk, butter, pepper, et cetera, et cetera. Really, thanks for letting me try and fill the orders but - oh please Gods - tell me this is going to be a rarity."

The lady in the back reaches up with the clipboard and thwaps Kisa on the back of the head.

"OW! Tami, what?!" Kisa flails her arms above her head as a protective barrier from further assault.

"Don't say that! It's bad for business." Tami scowls at the lady in the lead.

"But I don't /want/ to do this sort. It's too on demand, too little return-" A beat, a glance to the usual bartender, "-no offense."

THWAP!

"What?!"

"Don't tell them that either!"

"Why not?! It's true!" Kisa plants her hands on her hips, glaring back at Tami.

It's right as water is poured into a mug that was probably originally meant for ale for the young man with bandaged(?) arms, when Amaya calls all that out. It draws the young man's attention towards her, with both dark brows rising upwards first-- only for a sheepish expression to take over his features afterwards. "... I don't really drink alcohol that much," he confesses sheepishly, with a hand coming up to rub at the side of his neck. "But-- hello!" He offers, with one of those wrapped-up hands offered over towards the woman. "Truthsayer Zant, at your servi-!" That last bit gets very much cut off by the interplay between Kisaiya and Tama, though, and he leeeeaaans to the side to peek past Amaya towards them. "... Um. I'm sorry. Is everything alright?"

"And yes, leave the bottle." Amaya's crooked grin when she takes the bottle of booze from the counter, leaving a few coins in return, tells of someone used to her drink, head tipping back for a swig. She cranes her neck to look across to the three women coming by, a brow rising at the exchange between them and not hiding her amusement. Though she is also wise not to comment considering they seem to have some hand in this business. Never get expelled from a pub, that's a rule that Amaya likes to follow.

Amaya then looks across to the bandaged man, "That much or at all?" she quips about the mention of not drinking alcohol much, still amused.

Yelrona comes down the stairs from the second floor and approaches the bar, noticing that the usual bartender is occupied by Kisa and Tami, who are occupied by each other, as seems to be their habit. "Do you have any Tsuran Whiteleaf left?" she asks the replacement, and he agrees to check. "If so, then a pot of it, _hot_, with a LOT of honey, please." She notices the bandaged man, then, and the woman talking to him. "I don't mean to interrupt," she says, interrupting, "but are you all right?" She indicates his apparently wounded arm with her hand, though doesn't touch it.

Well, two women and a half-elf male bartender to be specific - but it's easy to miss that. Elves can look a bit feminine at times! Either way, Kisa is still glaring at Tami and finally sticks her tongue out before turning away and looking toward the bar. "Err. Yes? We're-" pause, "-Zant? HI! ZANT! Yes we're fine."

The usual bartender, the half-elf, wanders off to continue his inventory as the rough stand-in starts polishing mugs with a rag that looks like it might be a bit less than 2-star clean standards. Leaving the two women who were delivering the goods to the Pub.

"It's almost as bad as when you keep stealing cloth." Tami says back to the auburn haired woman, a grimace forming a thin line.

"/It's not stealing/." Kisa flings her hands up above her head, hunching forward as she glares at Tami, "If they just /leave/ it there, then it's not stealing! That's what you do! If they wanted to keep it, they wouldn't just leave it on the table, Tami." Her hands fall down, planting again on her hips.

"Kisa... Kisa... That's their merchant stall, /not a table/. It's to /browse/ their wares and /buy/." Tami's let the clipboard hang down at her side as the other hand comes up and is just pinching the bridge of her nose with a squint.

The stand in bartender look at Yelrona, a stare at her as another long drag of that rag is given over the cup. He stares for a long moment, then reaches down under the bar to pull out the tea, honey, and then off to get the hot water with a grunt in her direction.

"HI KISA!" Zant calls back to Kisaiya enthusiastically enough, and even lifts a hand up to wave at her.

His attention quickly turns back to Amaya, however, and that comes with him looking a bit sheepish. "...Well, I mean..." He murmurs, with a quiet laugh. "... I guess sometimes? Just... not often? Not a lot."

And then, a rapid serious of blinks sent at Yelrona when she approaches and asks that question. "What?" He asks, in confusion, and then looks at his arms. Both of them wrapped up in some kind of cloth, as if though bandaged up, all the way from the palms and wrists to the elbows. "...Yyeeeesss?" He offers, almost as if not entirely certain himself about that. "I mean, I felt fine when I got up. I don't think I have a fever or anything. ... Do... do I have something on my face?"

Morgan has arrived.

"Uh, uh. Right." Amaya replies with a nod to Zant, but by her expression it's not as if she's buying what he said. The bottle tilts again and she takes another swig, now having turned to rest her back against the counter, foot tucked against it. Eyes then follow to Yelrona and she chinjerks in a sort of greeting, "Well, if you mean ordering water in a tavern as being 'all right'" shoulders then raising in an helpless shrug and letting out a sigh. Clearly she has strong opinions about water-drinkers.

Aya arches a brow as things begin to rapidly alter towards ... interesting..? She also moves from the mezzanine to the main floor, though chooses to bypass the stairs (and intervening space, for that matter) entirely. Ceasing to exist on the upper level, she resumes existence near the bar, leaving fleeting wisps of fading black at each point.

"No, your face is fine," she reassures the bandaged man. "I was just --" she cuts off, startled by Aya's unusual mode of travel, but starting to get used to it by now. "Good morning," she greets the Mul. "I was just --" she begins to explain again, and is cut off a second time by a pot of tea and a small cup. She sets them both down on a table and sits, waiting for the tea to steep. "Never mind," she says, deciding that completing that sentence was not Tarien's Will for her today. Instead she asks Amaya "Is your objection to everything except alcohol, or specifically to water?"

Vaalyun has arrived.

"W-... well," Zant mumbles out sheepishly back to Amaya. "They didn't have milk! So I had to settle with water, you know?" That... probably does not help matters at all when it comes to Amaya's view of Zant, though. However, wouldn't you know it, when the pot of tea is brought to Yelrona, he just *stares* at it for several long seconds, and-- "They had tea THIS WHOLE TIME?!"

"Oh don't be ridiculous!" Kisa's still looking at Tami, then flings an arm out in the direction of the door, narrowly missing someone at the bar with the gesture. "That's not a merchant stall! Those are grant things on the side of wagons, not just tables set up on the side of the road. You either work out of a wagon-" hands gesture to one side, "-or you own a shop-" hands gesture to the other, "-why would you just have a table? That's just unneeded. I mean, if you can't afford the wagon, use a rug or something! But a table?"

"Except for that jewelry merchant yesterday?" Tami says, her tone flat.

"That was off the /back/ of a wagon. Who ever heard of a merchant doing that?!" Kisa's hands are back on her hips as she glares back at Tami for bringing up such trivial things!

"Go... Go take the day off or something, or have a drink- Whatever!" Kisa gestures toward the bar with a sort of waffling of her hand. "Oh. There seems to be a number of people already. Wow. Uh. OH! HI AYA!" Kisa waves, then waves to Yelrona, and finally- finally, "I DON'T KNOW YOU!"

Kisa sort of shouts it at Amaya and waves at her quite happily.

Morgan comes in with a backpack being held with one hand. She plops that on a table and the soldd sound of books can be herd "mead please and the whole bottle please." she waits for he drink and then sits down by her bag

Yelrona smiles fondly. "They usually do. Several sorts," she explains to Zant. "Though the Tsuran shipment is probably close to sold out. They never do cultivate much of it, and it's --" she is cut off by Kisa's shouting, which seems to amuse her. "Do we ever really know one another, though? I mean _really_ know each other?"

"Tea ain't somethin' that you can just drink out of a trough out there." Amaya replies to Yelrona, pointing with her thumb in the direction of the door, "It's at least a step above. A small step, mind you." bit of a smirk on her expression as she continues to lounge lazily against the counter. She just chuckles at the mention of milk but backs off on continuing to 'prod' at the bandaged man, the interruption of the teleporting Aya making her blink and tense a moment, taking a bit to realize she is being addressed by Kisaiya, "Does that mean I am in trouble?" she then grins at the Tsuran and says, "I am Amaya, a pleasure." she introduces herself to the people nearby, tapping the hand holding the bottle against the side of her forehead in a sort of a lazy salute.

Kisa's mouth pulls off to one side and she starts chewing a bit on the inside of her lip as she considers. Her brows furrow, a fight to try and link together into a unibrow that ultimately is pointless because her eyebrows refuse to link together. Instead they arch up in an almost opposite way to their previous as she stares at Yelrona. "Wat?"

Amaya steals Kisa's attention though and she beams at her - dipping into a abbreviated curtsy - "Princess Kisaiya of Vandalheim!" She says it with a good bit of cheer, "Though just Kisa, unless Serra is around. It used to be because I was trying to make it difficult, but now it's because I love letting her know that she earned my hand as I lept into her's." - beat - A look to Tami.

"I overshare, huh?"

Tami pinches the bridge of her nose again. "Kisa, you are Kisa." She sighs, heavily and clomps over to the bar. Sitting down onto one of the stools witha a half-huff and a gesture up and then down. It's almost like people know what she wants as the stand in bartender brings over a small glass of whiskey.

Vaalyun comes in from the street, seeking shelter from the warmth of the day inside the tavern, and then pulls out a handkerchief and mops his brow. "Good afternoon. Peace be upon this place, and all who are here." he says, as he makes his way over to the bar and orders a pitcher of wine, leaving a few coppers to pay for it.

Yelrona chuckles. "For whatever it's worth, the water is usually cleaner inside the pub," she observes mildly. "Though admittedly that depends rather a lot on the pub." Given how much time Rona spends at the Ox, she should know. "Hey, Vaalyun! What news?"

"Hello..." Aya's response is delayed and directed to more than one. Her tone is also somewhat uncertain, as if she may be reconsidering her choice to join the growing conversation. As her eyes shift from Yelrona the loquacious to Kisaiya the ... whatever it is that Kisaiya is.

Amaya squints her eyes at Kisa's introduction, eyes clearly going up and down on her form as she takes in her poise and bearing. "Well, damn. Royalty? Did I just get into a noble's pub or somethin' of the sort..?" she looks around at the others gathered, pursing her lips together, "But well met nonetheless, Princess Kisaiya." she then leans off the counter and offers a more properly flourished bow, perhaps a tad too flourished.

Catching sight of Morgan by a table she then waves in a greeting to the woman.

Morgan gives a wave in return and drinks her bottel empty.

Vaalyun waits for his wine, and then raises a glass to Yelrona, "News? Well, other than the hell worm creatures in the Temple district, and the werewolves at the festival grounds, things have been about like usual. I think the armorsmith is wearing out hammers trying to bang the dents out of my armor."

Aya's eyes flit to the one with dented armor. "Werewolves? Hell worms? It seems it's been quite the interesting week."

"Aren't they all, though?" Rona says to Aya. "I could wish they were less so. I was there for the 'hell worms' -- Taaran larvae," she glosses, "but the werewolves are new to me. What brought werewolves to the Festival Grounds?"

Kisa squints at Amaya, squints because she's not sure if the lady is genuine or not... Her hands still on her hips, she finally flings her hands up in the air and starts to walk around to the correct side of the bar. "This isn't a noble pub and just KISA!" She grabs a stool with her foot and pulls it out before sitting into it. "And really, don't worry about that nonsense with the bowing, it's just a pub after all."

Tami snorts and takes a sip of her whiskey with a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head. She clacks the clipboard down on the bar next to her and starts looking over the paper with her pencil guiding the way.

"I don't know. One of them was raving about how the end was near, and how Sandy would devour the whole world or something. We tried to send him on his way - politely, mind you - and instead we were beset by a half-dozen werewolves and there was a pretty substantial fight." Vaalyun says, with a shrug, and another sip of wine, "They were rather determined."

Morgan laughs at the mentioning of sandy drinking the worlds water.

Yelrona blinks. "Sandy would devour the world?" she echoes, incredulously. "I mean, yes, she has a substantial appetite, but that's going a bit far. And... what has that got to do with werewolves?"

"O' course, your Ladyship." Amaya replies to Kisa, not hiding an amused turn of the corner of her mouth up in a smirk, head then tilting back and she drinking an hearty swig off her bottle, "Just makin' sure on the proper protocol and all that." tone casual. When the talk turns towards werewolves and devourers and .., hell worms.., she just sort of quirks a brow, listening in, only offering a simple quip at Vaalyun, "Well, the end was certainly near to someone."

Aya ahs. "That sounds like the work of the Chaos Lich. She claims to be an ancestor of Lady Sandriel, and seems focused on tormenting her slightly more than the rest of us."

Kisa held up a hand to order herself some- Wait, what? Sandy? Kisa rotates slowly on the stool, one leg crossing over the other as she balanced an elbow on a knee. She stares at the group of them not far away discussing it. A slow grin.

"Ohh yes-" Kisa lets out a snerk, "-I read all about it in the Tribune. There was a rumor going around about it, looks like it made something of a splash in the papers. Sandy will devour us all as she devours donuts and freeze the seas for ice in her libations or something like that. Apparently the cult feels Sandy is the herald of end times!"

Kisaiya lets out a laugh, a glance over to Amaya soon after with the grin spreading wider. "Uh huh, su-u-ure." she shakes her head and her smile is far more amused, "You should totally say Hi to Lady Sandiel, Sandy that is, be sure to be /very/ formal in your greeting. She loves it."

Morgan hmms "the werewolves seemed a bit touched by the Fae, that could be what made them balmy in there actions."

"The Cult of the Rainbow Dragon or something, they called themselves." Vaalyun comments. "As I said, there was a lot of lunatic ranting about how the end of the world was coming and she would eat the world and use all the oceans to make ice for her drinks or something. He was wearing a tabard with writing on it, if you can believe that."

Yelrona nods in recognition to Aya's comment. "Ah... this is familiar, yes. The Chaos Lich, her name is Mandy, or something like that, right? There was a bard singing a song about her at the bandstand the other day... apparently the saga of a man who successfully banished her... and she is apparently involved in creating those stuffed dolls all the children are playing with. I don't really understand any of this, to be honest." She pulls a notebook out of her pocket and writes "Cult of the Rainbow Dragon - werewolves - Mandy? - Sandy."

"HAH! Cult of the Rainbow Dragon! Oh Gods I love it~" Kisaiya reaches back, picking up her drink. Shaking her head as she raises it.

"Kisa." Tami from the side. "Kisa!"

"What Tami?" Sip.

"That's my-"

PTHHHHHHWWWWWWWBBBT! "Oh Gods what the hell is this? Whiskey?"

"-drink."

Kisa sets it back in front of Tami, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she kinda paws at it with a disgusted look, trying to take the flavor off with her fingers. It is not working. "Gaaaaah!"

Aya rolls a shoulder at Yelrona. "She's made it clear that she wants to sow chaos. There's rarely any sense to understand in chaos, or furthering it."

Aya glances sidelong at Kisa and her conveniently-timed demonstration of Aya's point.

"I will make sure to be prim and proper if I get the chance." The smirk remaining on Amaya's expression as she replies to Kisa, even if the talk about those happenings seems to be news for her. News she takes in interestedly, eyes roaming from face to face in a thoughtful manner. Her thoughts are interrupted by the other Tsuran enjoying a whiskey, and Amaya in a gesture of 'good will' offers her bottle, holding a clear liquid, to Kisa. "Here, if you wanna wash your pallate."

"I'm just very confused. Obviously, there is a certain amount of history that I don't know anything about involved in this." Vaalyun says, shaking his head, "And Lady Sandriel seems to attract a significant amount of attention from unsavory elements. And didn't this lich issue come up with the Maggot Man..." that leads to a shiver from the cleric, "As well?"

Yelrona nods agreement to Aya. "True. It's like the old joke about how many Tarienites it takes to sharpen a sword," she muses as she pours herself a cup of tea, then takes a sip of it, savoring the taste. She hands the cup to Zant: "Would you like to try some?"

"I think Sandy attracts a significant amount of attention from _many_ sources," she adds after a moment. "And yes... a lich bone was identified as a necessary ingredient to banish the creature."

"Gaaaahhhh." Kisaiya continues pawing at her tongue until the bottle was offered. She turns to look at the other, her nose still doing a sort of wiggling flare of disgust. Her brows are furrowed in again, and reaches out to take the bottle. She puts it up to her lips, tipping it back and taking a drink of the wa-

PTHHHHWBBBBBBBBBBT! "OH GOOOODS!" Kisa puts the bottle back on the counter, barely managing to not send it tilting and spilling (or perhaps with Amaya's quickness in stopping it). Either way, it's removed from her grasp as she starts like... mock crying.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh hah-hah-haaaaaah." Her face squished up as if she's totally crying. See? The tears are coming out of her mouth, not her tearducts. Next level crying. She's wiping at her tongue.

With a mockingly offended expression at the waste of fine booze Amaya snorts, reaching to take the bottle before the precious liquid spills out. "This is perfectly fine booze, nothin' wrong with it." but it seems that the effect was just what she was after, tone dripping with amusement. She takes another drink just to demonstrate but her attention is taken briefly by something said nearby, eyes falling on Yelrona and she asking. "Oh, and how many Tariens does it take to sharpen one, hmm?"

"Three," Rona says to Amaya, straightfaced. "Two to suspend the goat upside down and one to affix the shoes to its feet."

"Well, I suppose I should be getting back over to the Soldier's Defense." Vaalyun says, after he finishes his mug of wine. "Never a dull moment, hrm? If any of you figure out what this Rainbow Dragon Cult want, really, do let me know. But you're right, trying to figure out the truth behind chaos is probably a waste of time. It is, by it's nature, unpredictable." He inclines his head politely, and then heads for the door.

Kisaiya continues pawing at her tongue, trying to wipe away the booze, "Waaaahhhh hah-hah-haaaah." Kisa continues to sweep along it and then finally wipes it off on the bottom hem of her skirts. She sighs and looks back at the bartender.

"Ohhh Gods, coffee-e-e-e-e." Kisa groans out as she tries to summon something that would get the taste out of her mouth.

Vaalyun goes Out <O>.

Vaalyun has left.

Morgan wonders what other drinks we can give Kisa to keep this going. "Try moonshine it will remove all other tasts."

"Hah!" Amaya replies to Rona's telling of the joke, chuckling briefly, "Not that there can't be a perfectly good explanation for chaos, mind you." she waggles a finger in the short elf's direction before finally finding a stool to sit at, leaving her half-drunk bottle atop the counter as she adjusts her mandolin so it rests against her side instead of her back.

"In my experience," Rona observes, "Chaos needs an explanation the way a Gobber needs a nightlight. Chaos is its own explanation."

"Waaagh." Kisaiya looks toward the bartender and takes her steaming cup of coffee, blowing on the top of it as she grimaces and tosses a look toward Morgan. "That is so not gonna work. I'm not an idiot."

Kisa shakes her head, blowing across the top of her coffee and then a glance toward Amaya, another squint of an eye, "Tarienite?"

Morgan shrugs "It will remove all tasts in your mouth."

"It certainly doesn't stop people from tryin to find one." Amaya says with a grin towards Yelrona, opening her arms to the side, "But you'd be amazed at the uses a Gobber can get out of a nightlight. Namely leading their humans friends through the dark. Of course that'd mean having a Gobber that has a friend other than themselves or others of it's kind, which is another discussion all on it's own." her eyes then turn to Kisa a moment, "A follower of the Coyote himself indeed." then saying with a sideglance to Morgan. "You needed to spin your story a little more, Morgan. Everyone knows what moonshine is if they come to a pub with any regularity. At least the right kind of patrons do." she grins a bit in the end.

"True, that," Rona agrees. "On both counts. And I hope to see more of you during services," she adds with a smile. "Laughter is best shared with others."

Kisaiya preens and nearly starts to sway on her stool, "Me too!" Her response directed at Amaya, "You would not /believe/ how stuck up some of the other religions can be. They really don't like the bucket of water over the door gag. Like... at all." She shakes her head, grinning ever wider. A cast of her look about the room and she sticks her tongue out at Morgan.

"Pfft, again, I'm not stupid! I know that one. It'll remove all taste because I won't be able to taste /anything/." Kisa rolls her eyes but still gives the other a smile.

Yelrona finishes her tea and stands up. "In fact, I should be heading back to the Temple myself. Lovely seeing you all."

"Well, if there's a rule that anyone who normally makes sure to follow no rules should at least attempt to do is to learn how to laugh at yourself. Life turns a lot darker if we can't do that." Amaya nodding her head at the other two Tariens and grinning at them, before focusing on Rona, "I still have to visit the Temple here in the city, but I am sure the Coyote will forgive me. Maybe I should play it a song when I visit." she muses, tapping a finger to her chin.

Yelrona has left.

Morgan pulls out some book out of the bag as she is looking at the spines and such

"Could be a good idea." Kisaiya says with a beam of a smile. She sips her coffee carefully, enjoying the taste as she looks about. A contemplative moment with the hint of a smile present, then a flick of the eyes to the side at Amaya, another one about to Aya and then Morgan, a fleeting glance to the retreating Yelrona.

"Well." She frowns, "Looks like things are probably breaking up. Guess that means I should probably go do... adult stuff too." Kisa throws her head back into a long and drawn out sigh as she Draaaaaaaaaaaags herself up to her feet with her cup in hand.

"Maybe I'll see you around, yeah?" Kisa gives a smile to Amaya and a nod to Morgan as she walks right out with her coffee still in hand.

And the Pub's cup.

"Who knows what the future holds..? But perhaps you will.." Amaya tips as if an imaginary hat at the Princess then give her a seating bow of sorts, "Have the rest of a good day." she says in the end before she settles back against the counter, one leg draping over the other and she bringing her mandolin up to her lap, fingertips brushing over the cords.