[b][Bernard][/b]
The barkeep watched Naida enter the bar in a hurry, eying her with barely any expression. Though, if one was to look closely, he was mildly annoyed by her tardiness but kept it to himself, buried deep into his being. Her peck on his cheek warmed him, but he pretended not to notice and simply watched as the Water Sprite did her duties. So long as she was doing her job, he had no reason to complain or give her the stink eye. Bernard went back to watching the rest of the tavern, acting as sentinel once more.

[b][Sessamaru][/b]
Saw the glowing light of hope and peace deep within his mindscape, viewing his own center of peace. It warmed him. It warmed those around him. He reached out with his hand towards that light, to grasp it and all of its secrets. He drew closer and closer to it, growing warmer and hopeful. He was so close, so very close now. If only he could--

[i][color=00aeef]Hiya, Sess![/color][/i]

"Ack!" Sessamaru cried, falling to the floor with a [i]thump![/i] as a wave of potent magical energy flying everywhere throughout the tavern, lashing the candles and making their flames roar higher and brighter, the chandeliers falling and the crystals shattering long before they hit the wooden floor. Even before the descent, the animals all around him fled in a panic, instinctively knowing of the danger. Sess appeared dazed and confused, his eyes following invisible birds that seemed to swirl around his head.

"H-hello, M-miss Na-Naida," Sessamaru managed to utter, his melodic voice switching octaves due to the ear-shattering salutations he received and the bump to his head.  He lay there, trying to catch hold of the world again before it fled. [i]I think she's trying to kill me,[/i] he thought, chuckling nervously both inwardly and outwardly. "H-how may I h-help you?" Sess asked.

[b][Bernard][/b]
Bernard groaned as the expulsion of magic single-handedly destroyed the best chandeliers he own and the candles fully melted, no longer a wick in them. With a ring of his golden bell, several strong man wandered into the room, all of them wealthy contractors. Bernard gestured to them the small level of destruction to the bar and they immediately understood, leaving post haste. He leaned against the wall, slamming his palm into his face, slowly sliding it down. 

After recollecting himself, he rang the silver bell. "Drink. Meals. Everyone. Ratman." He told the chef as he reappeared, also carrying a tray of food to Claire. With a nod, and setting the food before the girl, he ran back into the kitchen and prepared food for the dish. Though he didn't have to, Bernard made his bell-chimes a symbol of his authority; perhaps the ogre was smart enough to know this.