[u][i][b][center]Ramara[/center][/b][/i][/u]

	Ramara nodded towards Derrix hearing his thanks and then looked up in frustration as Inyata spit out her rum. Inyata had known what the drink was before it was even served or had she been struck deaf as well? There was no need for that disgusting display as far as Ramara was concerned and it seemed that things were not going to get any better when Wade wobbled over to their table. The stench from him and the bucket was nearly over whelming and for the first time since she had rested herself in place she moved, rearing back slightly in her set as her hand waved the smell away from her face. Rising quickly she shot the man a look before looking at Ishmael. “I suggest he be bathed and his mouth rinsed out with jasmine before he goes anywhere,” she said flatly. 

	Turning slightly she eyed where her dagger had landed in the rafters and moved quickly; a foot landing on the banister of the stairs leading to the second floor before pushing off gracefully into the air and flipping up into the rafters. Grasping her blade and pulling it out of the wood as she crouched down in the rafters. Once it was secured in her belt she simply leaned forward and fell through the air and landed back on the main tavern floor. She didn’t make a sound when she moved; just a gentle swish of the air could be heard. She was about to rejoin the group when she heard the sound of strings and bells. “Ceceria,” she said in a low voice about the time the jester clad woman made her entrance.  Seeing Ishmael rise and prepare to leave Ramara decided it was a good time to place some distance between her and the drunk. Pushing outside she made her way to her horse and took the reins into her hand leading it over to the cart. She was about to actually speak when she noticed an older female approaching the tavern and the woman did not look happy.



[u][i][b][center]Regalia[/center][/b][/i][/u]
	“Yes, I will need these things. I have a few days travel ahead of me sir,” a respectful voice said to the local grocer. The voice came from an older woman but even with the advanced years she still appeared splendid. Sensual features paired with pleasing frame that was complimented with long ebony locks and piercing eyes the color of the sea. The only thing that truly gave away her age was the streaks of gray that were woven into her dark tendrils. She was dressed as a Corsair but did not carry herself as your average pirate. She was refined and courteous, spoke well and carried herself with pride and distinction. The grocer smiled widely at her and gathered her things quickly, it wasn’t every day he was called sir, especially by someone of such high standing and reputation as the former Captain before him.

	“Yes of course Ms. Montoya. My pleasure,” he chimed in as he gathered everything she needed. Regalia was about to thank him for his courtesy towards her when someone else ran into the market and started raving about a pirate that had caused a brawl in the tavern that was broken up by a paladin. Regalia took a long moment and sighed. Why was it always like this? Why did those of her background have to run around causing issues? Not all that took to the sea where uneducated ruffians and those that were only made things harder on the ones that were not; much of the time Regalia had seen the sea faring judged before a word left their mouths. It was unacceptable and Regalia had had it. 

	“Please take these to my horse and thank you for your time,” Regalia said in a kind voice before placing payment on the counter plus some extra for the inconvenience of the grocer having to pack her horse for her. He smiled brightly and assured her that he would take care of everything as Regalia left the market. It was not hard to find where the disturbance had happened. People were talking, as they often did on such things, and quickly Regalia made her way towards the tavern.  Stopping in her tracks before she even reached the tavern her eyes fell on Inyata. It was obvious what she was and she sighed. “She’s but a child!” she said to herself before taking a deep breath and making her way towards the younger Corsair. 

	Seeing the Paladin she stopped before him and bowed deeply out of respect. “Sword Wizard and Corsair Regalia Montoya,” she said as she rose and looked at him. “I am sorry to intrude but I have to have words with your,” she began stopping to look over Inyata for a brief moment. “Acquaintance?” she asked quizzically before moving past him to Inyata. “You good child could use a few days in the brig for your transgression young lady. A corsair, especially a woman, does not carry herself as a loud boisterous braggart! She does not cause a tavern brawl, she ends it. Shameful,” Regalia scolded. Her words were quick and to the point and yet they were not vile in tone but laced with concern. It had been some many a year since Regalia had seen another female of the seas. They were a rare breed. 

	Drawing a deep sigh she rubbed her temples slightly before turning back to Ishmael, not waiting for the girl to respond even if she could. “Again, my apologies for the interruption; please have a pleasant rest of your day good sir,” she said with a bow.

	“Ms. Montoya!” the grocer yelled as he walked over to her, her steed following behind him being led by its reins. “You are all packed up and ready to go,” he said as he handed the reins over to her. “Is there anything else I can do for you this fine day before you depart?”
	
	“No, but I thank you again,” she said as she extended a white leather gloved hand to the man to shake. He took her hand and shook it vigorously as he told her to come back any time and that he hoped her travels were as smooth as calm waters. Regalia nodded in respect and chuckled a little as the man darted off back to his shop.