[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center]

Dareen raised her hands when she saw her spilt drink was magically cleaned up. Well, she thought to herself, that's one way to use magic. So many practical applications beyond just killing people. She was about to thank the bartender and retreat back into social isolation when she realized there was a lot more attention on her than she was used to. Not just strange looks, like was normal. The Eryien warlord demanded her to follow him to meet someone, and the bartender agreed. Immediately she was suspicious. 

She gave a confused look, raising an eyebrow and slightly curling her lip. [color=c4df9b]"Hello, traveler. My name is Dareen. What's yours?"[/color] She said sarcastically. 

[color=c4df9b]"That's generally how you start a conversation."[/color] Did winged wonder over here really think he could just, what, kidnap her? Dareen had seen a lot of schemes in her time. Most people assumed she was an easy mark. Perhaps it was the look of childlike innocence in her eyes, she thought bitterly.  Maybe this wasn't some sort of trick, but it was certainly disrespectful. The large man reeked of wealth, power, and a sense of superiority. Dareen never acted the submissive servant to blue bloods like him. 

The resentful witch leaned back in her seat, making it obvious she was intent on staying in the bar, at least for now. One hand casually rested on the pommel of her saber, her elbow pressed against the counter top. Her right hand was crossed across her chest and lazy tracing lines on her left shoulder.

[color=c4df9b]"Please don't talk to me like one of your maids. You know my name; I'd like to know the name of the person you want me to meet. Or why we're meeting them. Any piece of information at all, really, would be nice." [/color] She said, scanning the Eryien up and down. He was certainly a sight to behold. Nothing 'subtle' about him. Probably used to having people at his beck and call, and them doing whatever he wanted. Either out of servitude or intimidation. One thing was for sure- he didn't know how to ask nicely. Didn't he know that stupid people like her wouldn't comply simply out of spite? He could offer her a hundred bars of gold and she wouldn't take them if he used that tone of voice. Still, he might have something important to say. But there was a matter of pride involved, here. Of power. It sounded like he meant to demean her, and Dareen wouldn't allow it. And that was all of this was true. She was totally prepared for the outcome that he was just some bully seeking to rob her. 

So the witch sat and stared defiantly, apparently having already made multiple assumptions about the Eryien man. She wasn't looking for a fight, but she also wasn't looking to be made to heel like a dog.