[center][h3][color=crimson]Kric the Imp[/color][/h3]
[i]Interactions: The girls [@Bishop][/i][/center]

Before being able to truly wallow in his peace and quiet, Kric was almost scared half to death yet again. This time not by the terrifying boss woman, but two... elven girls? He cocked a brow, studying their drunken behavior. He certainly didn’t recognize them, so they weren’t regulars. Passerby perhaps? Either way, Kric wouldn’t have them disturbing the other customers. Who knows, maybe Art would feel benevolent and reward him with ice cream if he did well.

His crimson eyes darted momentarily to Lucy, but quickly realized by her body language she was not going anywhere and certainly wasn’t going to help the little imp. Kric twitched a bit, certainly hoping these girls weren’t more powerful than they appeared.

The blonde woman only seemed to be pestering a single patron, who honestly did not seem too bothered. Kric clicked his tongue in disgust. Humans were such lustful little vile things, weren’t they?

The imp instead turned his attention on the warrior who was partaking in everyone’s beverages. The anger was boiling in the room, and if he didn’t act quick, it would be yet another bar fight that he’d have to scurry away and hide from. Instead, Kric walked up to the drunken redhead, lightly touching her wrist. He gave a bright white smile, and spoke in a soothing awe filled voice. [color=crimson]”Oh? Such a famous legend! We are honored to have you here, madam. In fact, how about you allow me to escort you to the Royal Suite room, befitting for someone as important as you.”[/color] Of course, in reality there was no such suite room, nor did he recognize this person at all. Kric was merely going to bring her to a room and tuck her in to sleep off the alcohol. The payment for the room would still be on her, so it’s not his problem if she had no money for it. It was her fault for getting so plastered anyhow.