[sylvanSpider]

Kastivi looked back over her shoulder as she made her way to the bar, almost bumping into one of the patrons in her retreat. She put up her hands as if to show that she meant no ill-will and before she utter a small apology, the man shoved past her, grumbling something about the “damn youth” of the nation today. Kastivi's mouth snapped shut, and she shook her head, cracking her jaw inhaling deeply. Not worth it, Kastivi. He's not worth it. None of the other patrons noticed the exchange, and Kastivi decided to brush it off. Soon she'd have ale. That thought, at least, was comforting.

When she finally got to the bar, she laid her forearm flat, planting herself in one of the stools, if only to establish her own place. The rougher, more tumbly, crowd seemed to be out tonight, and she didn't want to start any unnecessary issues with mere civilians. Then, she thought to herself, I might not have too much of a say in that if we accidentally rub Wisp the wrong way... Plastering a shit-eating grin across her cheeks when the bartender. “Three pints, please,” she said in her most polite voice.

The bartender responded with only a nod before turning to fetch the requested beverage and Kastivi found herself sighing, Geesh. Why is everyone in this town so mean? The bartender set the mugs down on the counter and promptly held out his hand, into which Kastivi dropped a few coins and the bartender left. Christoval's approaching form was a sight for sore eyes and she felt a genuine smile creep its way in, “I've already got them, if we want to head back. How well do you think everyone is going to work together? We still haven't met our healer...”