[Center][h1]Airdan Valtumal[/h1][/center]

Yes. The melodious sound of a gentle ale stream with rocks plunging deep into the glass gave the leaning elf a gentle gasp of pleasure as his waist twisted to face the bartender; a sprightful young lady with bronze skin and youthful features. Hazel eyes that monotonously trained her eyes by the maw of the glass and your usual customer friendly smile as she trails her lips. "Here you go, sir." Airdan's hand twitched and reached for the glass, eager and 'unknowlingly' made contact with the bartender's hand... Tender and smooth...

"Oh! My apologies. Thank you m'lady." His other hand produced coins to pay for the drink as he winked. "Good rest of the day to you." His hand, now in control of the cold glass of ale-- made short work of the refreshments as he continued to feast his eyes upon the saloon.

People come and go. Though most stayed for the obvious reason that its bloody hot out there. He had taken more of his time girl watching from where he was sitting-- occassionally sipping the cold ale or winkong or pointing to some ladies who took notice and feast his eyes to his pleasure with a friendly smile. It was easy to tell which girls were from this city. Like the bartender, they were bronzed skinned and have generally dark features. 
The travellers were pale and generally wore hoods not of the white colour.

And then... Gunshot. It was an earshot away. His immediate reaction was reaching for the hilt of his sword and turning to the source of the sound-- A Solarian, with an Astraxian Flintlock pistol. He looked around the room to see the stunned crowd and speechless. Silent. Unmmoving. No guards? He let his hand go off the hilt of his sword and returned to minding his own business-- nothing needed to escalate.

[@Rekaigan] A girl sat down by a stool adjacent to Airdan's seat and had asked; with a frank and plainly-spoken tone "... A large mug of water."

Airdan shifted himself comfortably back towards the bar, drinking a generous gulp of his cold ale graciously and set the glass by the wooden top and watched the chestnut maned girl's pale lips meet the tankard of water. "How are you finding this hot weather? I'd soon strip myself naked and plunge myself into an frost-ridden lake. What say you?" His hand reached for the glass of ale again and downed the last bit of ale-- including the ice.