War of the Lost Kingdom

"First round is on me" Doc says, trying to cover up his bewilderment over completely losing his bearings in a city he's visited several times before. He walks into the bar

Fort Barracks

Johan stops with the food contest, when he sees that others are getting nervous.
He is looking over the rules and laws that he has agreed to navigate. He now knows the white and the black areas. What allowed and whats is not, but he also spots a few gray areas

Xiao Zifu looks at Lord Mardelik after his comment, then turns to the Legate. "Since I am new to your city, it would be wise to remain here under your guidance. I am honored by the arrangements, humble they may be."

Pointedly looking away from the finely-clothed man, she continues by asking, "May I have a room to myself? At least for the time being. Should more officers require lodging, I ask that my roommate be female. I'm sure you understand."

Following Docaster in, Greta calls loudly to the first serving person she sees "You dere! Bring us de drink dat costs de most! " Flashing a mischievous grin at Doc she bellies up to the bar. "Unt bring us some foods! " she orders enthusiastically.

Docanter sniggers at her command. Another day it may have irritated him....but he had to admit he was going to ask for the same thing anyway.

Greta looks at the barkeep with a frown "Do you not understand me?" as she knocks the bar surface twice. "Pour de drink!"

She nods her head towards Docaster "He’s got money."

Doc hands over the 4 silver, raised his small glass, says "Cheers" to Greta in Muldini and waits for her to do the same before drinking

Greta raises her glass and locks eyes with Doc. As she nods her head in thanks, the barbarian from the Wildlands replies in Vatille "Skol." Then the large woman drinks it down in one go, and places her glass back on the bar.

She motions for another round and drops the 5 silver Ian gave her earlier onto the bar. "More!"

WITH THE LEGATE

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Zifu smiles and nods. "Thank you, Legate. I shall situate myself accordingly." She will prepare to stow her suitcase and, depending on the time of day, will consider paying a visit to the recommended trattoria.

Offering a small bow to the Legate, Ian nods sharply. "Understood. I'll be there w'out fail." He flashes a winning smile at the Legate and a jaunty, casual salute. Hefting his bag he nods down towards Zifu's luggage, "Y'want any help w'those?"

Zifu's smile does not fade. "No, I can manage it quite well. Thank you for the offer, Lord Mardelik."

I look at Johann. I’m bored. Want to go ‘ave some fun? My hand disappears.

Fort barracks
Well Finn, I do think it high time that we learned what this plague is all about. Shall we go exploring?

"Sure!" Ian calls back, brightly, his trickster's grin growing. "I'll letcha know if'n I need any help maself." As they head down to the officer's barracks he glances over at the reserved woman, "So, y'must've fucked up bad ta be assigned this distant post or -super- important ta be trusted ta represent yer people's interests. Which was it again?"

Zifu decidedly does not make eye contact with Ian as they walk. She replies, briefly stumbling over a particular word, "I did not, as you said, f-uc.... ahem. I did not make an egregious error or conduct myself in any particular manner to be here. My presence is voluntary. Is it wrong to want to help a neighbor, even if that neighbor is a country?"

"Ohhh, yer important then." He chuckles lightly, "Had'a feelin' y'weren' a fuck-up, but it's polite ta ask, Y'know? Can you -imagine- how awful it'd be ta be'a total fauilure at life but people kept assumin' you was amazin'? Sounds -exhaustin'-." When they reach the officer's station he sets his things down, "Well, I suppose this's where we part ways. I' can tell yer lookin' fer'a quiet, relaxin' eve in' an I am just the biggest asshole yer ever gonna meet!