The pretty tomboy made her way over to his table, greeted him, and asked a question that Sean found himself surprised at. She didnt think him the sort to be frequenting the Hogs Head? True, maybe he wasnt your typical sleazy cutthroat (or cutpurse) that the pub usually saw, but hey, who couldnt admire a place filled with curious patrons and curious-er drinks?

Ill give ye tree guesses what brings me to a pub, and te first two dont count. As a clue, Sean poked the pouch that sat in front of him on the table, allowing the Galleons within to clink together as they resettled. He then waved at the other chair that stood empty, sending a foot pushing out underneath the table to kick the seat into the open. Join me? Even te waitresses need a break now an again.

Waitressesthat was the kinder of the two terms hed been about to use. Wench was the other, and while Sean was willing to bet Athena would punch him and then ignore it he wasnt quite sure how Deryn would react. Wench was by far the more demeaning of the two, but if used by good company (as opposed to the sort that the Hogs Head normally catered to) it could be taken in jest. Hed see how work-dedicated she was though, by whether she took his invitation to sit and have a drink. Or two. It had always been a curiosity of his to see how much the barmaids could drink.