[center][u][h3]Mr. Scarper Montmorency[/h3][/u][/center]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ZEFo0O3.png[/img][/center]

[b]"Oh, no. Either or is quite fine by me, Miss Veda. As they are both my name."[/b]
Scarper maintained his smile, softly chuckling.
[b]"Whichever you prefer to address me by, it is quite alright."[/b]
When Veda explained the reason as to his earlier confusion, Scarper's smile faded slightly.
[b]"Oh, dear. I am sorry to hear about your loss, it sounds to me that you were quite close to him. May his soul rest peacefully in the afterlife."[/b]
Her head hanging low, Scarper noticed her tearing up and immediately reached into his vest to pull out a cloth for her to wipe her eyes with. However, she beat him to it. Her spirits returning to her rather quickly. 
[i]"Poor woman."[/i] thought Scarper.
Never having known loss himself, he could only sympathize with her.
Still, she demonstrated a strength of character which Scarper could only admire. He found those that showed the will to carry on with heads held high, regardless of the tragedies that occurred within their lives, to be worthy of praise and commendation.

With the shattering sound of glass, Scarper found himself pulled from his thoughts by the uncomfortable feeling of liquid spattering against his pant's leg. Blinking, he looked down at the floor of inn and saw the tragic casualty in broken shards and pieces. Drink pooling outward and creeping against his dress shoes.

[i]"Oh, bother."[/i]

Kneeling down to help Veda, he picked up the larger shards.
[b]"No, no. It is quite alright, Miss Veda. It is only clothing, merely a material object that holds no significance. Besides, I can always launder them later."[/b]
Ever smiling, he looked up as their eyes met.
Wiping at his shoes and pants leg, he made one last passing comment.
[b]"We are all imperfect creatures. Mistakes can be made."[/b]
Montmorency said, his tone a little odd and sounding slightly out of place for one reason or another.
But, it was nothing of import.
Straining slightly, the two of them finished cleaning the mess in short order and Montmorency stood, leaning on his cane for assistance.

[b]"Yes, I do hope we meet again. I do intend on staying here for a little while at least, however I will need a bit of clarification and explanation as to the 'rules' if you would not mind later. As I have only learned of this wonderful place by word of mouth, there are still a few areas to which I am a bit unclear on. For instance, where might the rooms be?"[/b]
Grabbing at his chin, he tapped at it as he looked around.
As it stood, he isn't very "directionally-inclined" as he liked to put it.
Turning just in time to be distracted by yet another curious bar patron, or....did it work here?
Staring at the glowing and floating suit of armor, Scarper leaned in as it even [i]spoke[/i] to him!
[b]"Oh, my. Hello there. No, no. You are quite alright, no unpleasant surprises here. But how curious, who might you be?"[/b]
Without thinking of it, Scarper lifted his cane in hand and gently tapped at the levitating armor with its end. Listening to the [i]tink-tink[/i] ringing sound as if to confirm it was indeed a suit of armor.
If it wasn't for him knowing what a magical and fantastical world he lived in, he would be positive he had lost his mind and grip on reality years ago. 

But, Scarper's conversation with the floating suit of armor would have to wait.
As that moment a large and fearsome set of eyes appeared within the bar and glared at [i]him.[/i]
[i]"Oh, dear. It seems I have gotten a bit distracted."[/i]
Scarper thought as he stared back at those fiery eyes, adjusting his cravat.
Turning back to Veda, faint smile still gracing his visage, he tapped his cane twice against the wood floor.
Once.
Twice.
[b]"It seems your guest is getting a little impatient. Best get a move on, Miss Veda."[/b]
He would definitely have to stick around here a little longer, turning to the fascinating suit of armor once more.