Rikive watched the man leave with hard eyes, just in case he turned around and continued to do whatever he had intended. It may have been a misunderstanding as the long haired man said, but it did not change the fact that the man had wanted to do something unsavory. Once she was sure he was gone she turned back to the man. At least she could finally understand him.

Aaand, the thing went back into his mouth and she could understand very little.

She reached up and snatched it from his mouth. "Seriously. I can not understand a word with this in thy mouth." She informed him, shaking the damned thing in his face. "I believe thou inquired why I am here though, no?" She stuck the pacifier back between his lips and walked back to the table. With very little grace she sat herself down in her chair again and picked up the bottle of Scotch. Propping her feet back on the railing she took a swig before launching into her explanation:

"I am Rikive, daughter of Heimdall. Earlier, I tried to acquire a room at this inn, but they would not accept my coin. Then, they insulted my father's name. I met three mortals outside, one of which was the man who just left." She nodded to the door. "They invited me to join them for this feast and so I accepted. It has been quite some time since I last ate. A fortnight I believe actually." She shrugged and pulled out her coin purse. "Here, compensation for food I have eaten and the alcohol I have drunk." She explained, tossing a few gold coins onto the table, next to her plate.

After a moment she frowned at the coin and raised an eyebrow at 'Parree'. "Or is my coin not good enough here as well?" She asked, setting the bottle down with a thunk. "What is wrong with Midgard?" She grumbled, shaking her head. "When has gold been insufficient means to purchase items? I was told it would be enough." She held up the coin purse, near bursting at the seams with gold coins. "Bloody, useless." She muttered, tossing it with frustrated disgust onto the table as well.

The opening of the pouch exploded and gleaming solid gold coins spilled forth onto the table, each one engraved with the stylized symbol of Yggdrasil.