Seeing no tender she took it to herself. She eyed the many contents over, bringing her hand up only to graze it along the bottles and stopping once on a crystal like shell of one. Her fingers grasping, taking hold, she pulled it back within her palm. Turning just about on her heal, only to have to pour the red thick liquid into a glass. Watching it swirl as it cascaded for the bottom and when her share was enough, she set the bottle aside.
Taking, once more, the glass in her hand, bringing it towards her lips. In doing so, bracing her body by holding her breath, she tilted the bottle up. The liquid racing and reaching across the surface, entering her mouth freely where it embraced her tongue. Meeting down with her throat as it soothed its way further. Refreashing her as she set the empty glass down once again upon the counter.
"Satine M'lord, I must thank you for your actions you had taken just moments ago, but may I ask the same of you, Sire? Who might you be?," her voice caressing as it spilled from her lips.
One of the other patrons, a short mad-looking man spoke,
"Other taverns? But nonoe as this, I might presume to comment."
Vayne walked around the bar, and when he saw Satine, his face showed a brief moment of surprise, then he shrugged and went back to whatever he was doing behind the bar. It gave the impression only a few people took their own drinks from the Tavern.
"Forgive me...," she whispered before continuing, slowly letting her hand fall toward the silk pouch at her hip. Fingers digging within its depths, she pulled a few golden coins free of its pouch. Setting it on the counter for if there was a tender.
Her eyes drifted toward the man who had given a statement in her direction, " I believe this is one of the more nicer ones," a faint chuckle in her throat.
Once more another had spoke, and her attention was brought elsewhere. On the fellow that had once mentioned his name was Nemx. She bowed her head, but then shook her head as well at his comment. Taken off that some people would be so forward on others. None the less she told her side with ease, calmness her whole status.
"I guess I could be a bounty hunter if I collected money for my kills, but you see I am much different. I kill on witness for a wrong that was done to me long ago. Besides, I only hunt one kind, one might find it ironic," she feared there was probably no more she could say so slowly she found a stool just behind her.
Taking the offer right on the spot without much pondering about it.
Her eyes searched out for the voice that had spoken to her. She felt somewhat out of place without knowing whom and who she was or was not talking to. Her eyes trailing the room quietly she searched out the room. Then as if playing marco polo, she gently replied in a gentle manner.
"I thank you, forgive me if I have displeased you in anyway, friend."
(Yeah, he gave me permission to start this thread. He didn't about the fight one, but I hope he doesn't mind. I didn't expect so much fighting, y'see?)
The stranger beckoned Satine over, patting the seat beside him. he was sitting in a square of sofas, arund a low table. As he waited, he reached into his sack and pulled out an orange, beginning to peel it.