[center][h2][color=#F0E68C]Aslan Calides[/color][/h2][/center]
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Aslan liked Maeki, the half-dwarf has been good to him since staying in the North. A nice warmth in the cold, like a friend he used to know. Aslan trusts Maeki enough to tell him his name. A thing that Aslan does not give easily. Aslan has his reasons for not giving his name freely, old wounds do not die easily, and so far. He has not regretted giving the half-dwarf his name. Something he is grateful for.  

But as he waited to be served and subtly studied the others at the counter. While the woman with the sword on her back did provoke some curiosity in him. Seeing how Maeki knew what she wanted, meaning she is not a stranger to this place. Seemly on better terms with Maeki than he was. But his gaze fixated not on the two strangers, who he could tell were not of the same cloth as the rest of the rabble in here. The fine clothes they wore made him think that maybe they had come here for mercenaries to hire. Nobles, if he had to guess. His gaze was on the person who approached and sat down at the bar. A man with a scar on his face and a mercenary by the look. 

As the young woman took the scarred mercenary's mug and took a sip. Aslan could only think about how bold that was. Some people do not tolerate disrespect like this, and mercenaries are one of them. Even for a noble, it only goes so far before they lose their luck and someone stands up for themselves. Making them regret their ignorance. 

Even here in the north, it seems like nobles are the same as in his homeland. A type, Aslan has grown to know and dislike. Thinking about how much better they were than the rest, and somehow that makes them beyond reproach. This woman, whoever she is, if she wants some mercenaries to hire. Then she'd better make a good case to cover the disrespect she has shown.      

Truth be told, Aslan expected the scarred merc to give the noble something of equal measure. Something fitting the tenseness in the air. Only to find unexpected restraint from the scarred merc. An act that Aslan finds remarkable. This mercenary has more patience in him than most in here, he thought as he continued to watch the scene.      

Fenris, that is a name that Aslan knows. The rulers of this land and things made more sense. This woman was not just a noble, but a powerful one, and with her rimeglass dagger. It seems she still wishes to seem superior even to the mercenary she wishes to hire. A mage-killer, and those are a rare breed. To disrespect the person they wish to hire. Another bold move, if Aslan may want to use another word to describe it.  

Now, Aslan did not know what to expect from this... negotiation if this counts as one. He half thought that the mage-killer would deny the Fenris but instead. They would continue this in private. A smart choice since Lady Fenris did not hide herself well, and what she did made others in the tavern watch. Not all, but Aslan did notice that more eyes were on her now. Hopefully, this was worth it for Lady Fenris.

But, as the three of them were escorted behind the bar by Maeki. Aslan saw the glance and nod he made to him. A sign that he has grown to know, an invitation. Perhaps, despite this Fenris only wanting a mage-killer, Maeki seems to think Aslan could be hired as well. That was something that piqued his interest. Despite how he felt about nobles, Aslan was curious about why a Fenris needed a mage-killer and wondered what her case was. That and the woman with the blade, seemly felt like she invited as well. Only taking her meal with her to the back. A sight that surprised Aslan and made him more curious. Let's see what all of this is about. He thought to himself.    

So without making a sound, Aslan made his way to the back without drawing attention to himself. Following the woman with the blade and behind the bar, hoping she does not spill anything along the way.