Tavern

"What's your station then?" A visibly annoyed Blodwulf Ravenhill says. "You've already made a complete fool of yourself. You've proved that you are incapable of doing things on your own. So... tell me, sir. What is your station?"

The boy turns and hops down from the stool, poking his chest out and glaring at Blodwulf. His eyes trail a thin green wisp as he moves and vines begin running up his fingertips and arms, tracing the veins on his otherwise flawless skin. Leaves sprout from behind his ears and the book at his hip begins glowing an iridescent green.

"My station is first son of a wealthy merchant and landowner."

He takes a step toward Blodwulf Ravenhill, dropping the handkerchief to the ground.

"My station, peasant, is Lord of Brambleton Manor, and a student of the prestigious Mages Academy. How dare you speak to me in such a way?"

Celestria looks thoughtfully as she stands up from the table. She heads over to the counter, pours an ale, "Don't know of any bounties out right now but I might be needing some help 'round here. Little bit of cooking, serving" she says. She walks back to the table with two more ales. She sets one in front of Ele. She looks at Ele "We get a lots of folks comin thru them doors. Might be able to fill ya ears. You think on it. You can use the kitchen to cut the deer if ya needin" she says as she's takin a sip of her ale.

Blodwulf Ravenhill runs his hand over his chin. "That's your station, huh?" He asks as he begins to unsheath his sword. "You know even for someone of your station, it would definitely benefit you to learn some manners. Or I'll show you another reason they call me "the hyena" little one. Now you can stop with your little magic show and we can talk about this like gentleman or I can prune the little bushes you have growing out of yourself. Which one is it going to be?"

"EY!" She shouts and slams her hands on the counter.

"No fightin in the tavern. And I don't think it's a good idea to try to fight fancy pants anyway. usually when people wear fancy stuff, they have people to back them up if they can't kick ya ass by themselves."

The young mage jumps, clearly startled by the Faerie's explosive response. He turns back to Blodwulf Ravenhill and snorts, "Put that away before I melt it into porridge."
He looks he human up and down once more before turning to sit back at the stool. "You just wait until my father hears about this!"