[center][b]Nortiz-Dawn,Mirica[/b][/center]

"Right away, good sir," Nortiz replied, forcing himself not to grimace as he dashed into the back and sighed. His wings were killing him! Curse the goddess for having the one tavern close to the castle and hiring be anti-Laguez. Wings were not meant to be worn under tunics. But such was a price for and a better chance at intel on the goings on of the castle.

He filled up a quart stein with the strongest brew available. That ought to help that dumb knight wag his tongue. Figure out what to do with his companion and he'd hit the jackpot. May as well see if an opportunity presented itself. He skillfully hurried back out, no drips falling from the brew. "There you are." He called as he served his gold mine before turning to the other, glancing around you make sure no one else was calling for him. "Anything for you,  sir?"