Tavern

"Make that two for myself and my rich snobby friend!" He turns to Johan. "That's been my entire career. Pissing in the wind. First, second, third. It doesn't matter, I've pissed on them all. If you need an escort home, I offer my service, "lord" Johan" He says with a sly smile.

A moment after Lord Johan shouts, Nymera comes back out of the kitchen with a second plate of fish and potatoes. She places it on the counter in front of Blodwulf before reaching behind the bar and grabbing a tankard. She gives it a quick rinse and scrub with a fresh rag before turning towards the wall lined with bottles of various sizes, colors, and shapes.

She disappears behind the counter to slide open a compartment and pull out a brown corked bottle. When she stands back up, she turns to place the small tankard by the plate and pops the cork out of the bottle before filling the tankard with brown liquid.

"Here you are, sir." She smiles before recorking the bottle and returning it to its compartment.

When she stands back up, she looks towards the Faerie at the end of the bar. "Miss, would you like a bite to eat? Or more ale perhaps?"

At some point during all the hubbub, the strange little fairie has zoned out completely, her eyes fixed on a blank spot on the wall. When addressed, she snaps out of it and looks around confused for a second before turning back to the tavern lady.

"Yes. Nothing that was in water though. Water bad. I'm allergic... Please." She finishes with a bright smile.

Nymera nods. "As you wish. It was you who brought the deer, yes?" She smiles. "Skillfully killed. I believe you should have some of that for your supper, as promised by Lady Celestria."

She blushes and looks down, then back up. "Yeah. I'm pretty good at stabbin." She shrugs and smiles. "It's mine... The others have theirs. Stabbin's mine." She nods and kinda stares off again for a second. "And fire! I like fire."

Nymera chuckles at the Faeries' outburst. "Well then, I shall keep you from the kitchens where we keep the fire." She gives her a smile before disappearing around the corner into the kitchens once more.

Several minutes pass and the tavern keeper returns with a steaming plate of deer meat and not a spot of blood in her green dress. When she places the plate in front of the Fae she smiles. "Cooked it myself. I hope you enjoy."