[color=6ecff6][b]Klaus at the Tavern[/b][/color]
Her grasp on her blade relaxed from the easing words of Jodeal. It seemed like the tavern is safe for now. None of those unceasing little girls that appeared at every corner since Brennan, [color=6ecff6]"Right..."[/color] Klaus let out a long, deep breath. The ever familiar sight of any of those tavern that she visited in the times of her days as a mercenary. [i]Better than today's job of a knight of searching for one damned puppy!![/i]

Her forehead twitched a bit before remembering that Sir Jodeal is still there. [color=6ecff6]"Maybe we shall have our lunch here, I haven't been eating well since the morning."[/color]

Klaus straightened her brown cloak before moving in in her more-hasty-than-usual steps. Half of it was just the eagerness of visiting the tavern. While the other half is of her wanting to get away from the ever reaching grasp of the two little witches.

Taking a seat along the creaky wooden table, Klaus ordered the bartender,[color=6ecff6]"A plate of steak, and a jug of ale, if you’d excuse me...[/color]"

[color=6ecff6]"Also, any interesting news you’d gotten by lately, mister? Other than that small skirmish with the orcs, everyone knows that by now~"[/color] Klaus asked the bartender with a sweet chuckle. Without much regard of the location, her tone of the words like 'Orcs' and 'Skirmish' sounded as natural as one would say that they are drinking water.