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To be honest, she expected the man to comply with her demands. But instead, he reacted in a completely different manner than she thought he would. He remained in his seat as he smiled up at her in a wild fashion, replying to her orders in a satirical way. Jocelyn's face flushed in frustration and embarrassment as he only continued his verbal assault. As a prestigious knight from Estiala's Valkyrie, she couldn't help but feel mortally wounded at his words-- especially the last ones he uttered as he raised his cup towards her.

Jocelyn reached to the side, picking up one of the empty tankards that the barkeep hadn't picked up yet. With an upset expression, she slammed the bottom of it upon his head with just enough force to cause pain. [b][color=00aeef]"Very well,"[/color][/b] she replied angrily, glaring down at him. His incompetence to follow her orders reminded her of the fact that she really was in no place to enforce the law of Xororis; she was probably getting herself into deeper trouble than she was already in. [B][color=00aeef]"If you have no interest in coming with me, then I'd like to ask you to do something else for me, instead."[/color][/b]

With a sigh, she sat beside him, tossing a glance at the people who were within the tavern. Some of them looked towards the corpse and her in alarm, but said nothing. [color=00aeef][b]"Buy me a drink,"[/b][/color] Jocelyn said, suddenly appearing rather tired. [color=00aeef][b]"I'm thirsty."[/b][/color]

[@Solace]