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Both Maeki and Bet knew Eirún for quite a while now. Maeki, cheerful as always, was quick to greet Eirún after noticing her, asking Bet to bring her some stew. It didn't take long after that until more mercenaries began sitting at the counter, no doubt attracted by the opportunity of potential work. While it was true that it was possible some of them might be only curious, the most likely reason was their intuition... and the fine clothes being worn by the travelers... Clear tells that there would likely be a job worth taking. 

Given her more... reserved personality, Eirún could easily understand how irritating such opportunistic and meddlesome behavior could be. It was, after all, one of the main reasons why people usually saw mercenaries in a bad light. With that said, ever since she had started working as one, she quickly learned that keeping one's mouth closed and ears open was one of the best qualities a mercenary could have. Fortunately for her, being mute did help quite a bit in that regard.

Whether they were attracted by the two strangers talking to Maeki or merely wanted to greet him and have something to eat like Eirún, more mercenaries soon sat at the counter. Among them were a hooded man and a dangerous looking man with a scar on his face. Like Eirún herself, the hooded man seemed to patiently wait his time to be served, but the way the scarred man approached and looked around made him look as if he already had a clear reason and objective in mind. Instead of focusing on the woman, his cold stare went instead immediately towards her companion... a knight of clear Luxun descent. For a moment, Eirún could feel the tension in the scarred man's expression... 

The moment the woman took the scarred mercenary's mug though, Eirún felt as if a serious conflict was about to start... The mix of pride and provocation from the nobles' part was rarely a good mix. Especially when amidst mercenaries, who rarely tolerated disrespect, whether from another mercenary or even a noble.

Truth be told, Eirún herself wasn't exactly good with those noble types as well. Particularly the way they seemed to think they were above everyone else was similar enough to how mages usually acted to make her quite annoyed by their presence. Those two nobles also didn't seem to make their case any easier, refusing to back down despite having stolen the scarred mercenary's mug of mead, almost as if they expected him to be thankful for it. The tense atmosphere continued for quite a while as they talked with each other after having been left by themselves as Maeki went to the kitchen. 

When the Fenris name was spoken by the Luxun knight, everything became clearer... From their haughty attitude to how easily the woman unsheathed a rimeglass dagger, the woman seemed intent on acting superior even after it was revealed that the one she was provoking was the very mage-killer she sought to hire.

On the other hand, for someone who looked so dangerous, the scarred mercenary sure showed an admirable patience and restraint... That much was clear.

As amusing as it was watching the most questionable 'negotiation' attempt she had ever seen, it seemed they had finally decided to have that talk in a more private location. After the small scene they had caused, quite a few of the other patrons, even the ones who seemed to be drunk at first were probably paying close attention now. Just as Maeki began escorting the group inside, Bet arrived with Eirún's stew and a mug of cold ale, handing it to Eirún as she thanked her with a smile and a nod.

Eirún didn't want to be nosy and intrude on their private talk she couldn't help but be curious after everything she had heard. Two ragged nobles smelling of soot and ash came looking for a mage-killer acting nervously and in a hurry... One didn't need to be particularly smart to know there was likely something big that happened to the Fenris family. Even though they seemed to be looking for a specific mercenary, there was a good chance Eirún might be hired as well. Taking that in consideration, she decided to quietly grab her mug of ale and the bowl of stew and discreetly follow them inside.

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