A tinge of red came onto Magnus' face when he was called a 'miracle' by his dwarven drinking buddy, feeling like that was probably the nicest thing anybody had ever said about him outside of family. Speaking of...Magnus started feeling bad for asking. "O-Oh...I'm...I-I didn't...mean to bring up bad memories." he said, his bovine ears falling flat against his head. He didn't want to think about how the Varjans had taken this man's brother, but...Freyr HAD mentioned that he himself was an exile. Him being a part of something like that is unlikely. And the Order...it seemed some of them really were nuts.
Magnus perked up a bit as the dwarf was about to bid farewell, before realizing that...well, he'd barely even drank his ale. Hurriedly offering it, Magnus said: "Oh, my bad...n-not much of a drinker...thank you though, it was...good." It seemed a waste not to finish it, but he knew that Dwarves were fond of drinking. Despite being a descendant of vikings, and of rowdy Minotaurs, Magnus was...more than a lightweight. Just kinda tasted gross to him.
The Dragon's Dressmaker
"Ah yes, your job." Nephele said, hurriedly getting Maria a replacement plate, this time adorned in a beautifully made salad, adorned with nuts, raisins, some sort of crumbly white cheese, and tiny fritters of bread tossed into the mix. She was at least trying, it seemed. Taking a deep breath once she took her seat once again, the draconic woman's pale cheeks turned a light shade of pink. It seemed it was...frustrating for her to ask for help. "I need you...to buy me clothes."
Hurriedly raising a hand, she added: "Now I know what you may be thinking, that such a frivolous and selfish request is no doubt abhorrent...but..." suddenly she stood, shamefully tugging at the ragged garments covering her. "...I cannot go out like this. Nor can I buy from the village here, as they fear the legend my blood holds. I...wish to see the world, but to do so, I...at least to be looked at not as a pauper. Most places would throw me out before even seeing gold, looking like this...and perish the thought of streaking." Biting her lower lip and clenching her hands in frustration, the woman suddenly prostrated herself before Maria, bowing her head low. "...I know that you must be angry...having come so far for something so frivolous...and I would understand if you chose to abandon this quest. But, I plead of you...help me, and I will ensure that your reward pays back more than four times this journey's worth."
It seemed that being able to be seen in public mattered a great deal to Nephele...perhaps it had to be a matter of a dragon's pride, or other some such stereotype of her race, but...It was up to Maria whether to stay and help her, or just leave on a full stomach. She could also likely question why the girl wanted to leave home to see the world, as it seemed that she had all the comforts of wealth literally in a giant glittering pile behind her.
"I would supply you with the money needed for the clothes, and give you an additional reward. I-Is that suitable?" she asked, looking up, having regained a smidgen of pride.