An important matter

[Ziad]

He knew what she was playing at. Unfortunately not all the guards had a sense of honour and in times like these, when the laws were stricter due to the prohibition of magic, Omar could no longer afford to choose his personell with the care he would have liked to. There simply were too few good men to take up on the job - which was the reason why his, Ziad´s job partly consisted of disciplining his own men part of which were just the type of persons that the furious woman in front of him had described. But of course that was no matter of discussion here.

"I´ll get my ale elsewhere." he said, shouting a bit to make sure she would hear him. "somewhere where the colours of Omar are treated with more decency."

[Kriss]

Kriss also was already fed up with that discussion. They both said too much, there was no sense for continuation. She looked around took a bottle with the oil and walked out. When she was passing him with proud steps, she answered ignoring another hint of her tavern,
"See ya! I'm not going to miss you."

She walked through the bar, gave the oil to her chef and collapsed on her chair. Even if she did not show that she was very nervous with what had been just said.

[Ziad]

Ziad looked after her, not replying anything to that because he told himself that that would at least leave him a little dignity. He had lost too much of that already. He waited until she was out of sight, wondering when he had started to tick her off so much, but decided that it did not matter. Some women simply were that way.

Caipra was already gone so it was time for him to be on his way as well. It was still going to be a busy night. Ziad sighed inwardly, pulled his cloak a little tighter and stepped back into the main room of the tavern, strode through it with his head raised high and exited the tavern.